Testo Disavowal

With a sickening sound
our denial crumbles around
every aspect of our darkening lives
where we all
have too long watched
in quiet disgust
kept in a cage and pacing,
hoping and waiting
we're running out of excuses
and we know it's true
I, I disown the prophecy:
entitlement to rule
for I belong to no nation, no idol,
no gods, no masters
scraps of silver
our rewards for submission

for all the risks you've taken
all solidarity to those that give resistance
we are right behind you
and we are legion
call it what you will
this is a war
this is a war
we seek the keys to our prison doors
this is a war
call it what you will
this is a war
we're running out of excuses
this is a war