Protest Streets
War crimes, protest lines
Living in the worst and best of times
Peace wall, hand of the law
We all know what the cameras saw
The riot act, taking it back
Our bodies are broke but the spirits intact
Lines drawn, cross the board
We all know what the fighting is for
Seesaw, singing our field song
System is broke cause something is wrong
Breathe out, bleed here now
You can put us in the cage but we're breaking it down
Phase five, forks and knives
Those who survive more dead than alive
Face scan, child of man
The Mark of Cain stained on your hand
Red tides, ground wells dry
Grab everyone and bring them inside
Fool's gold, robbed then sold
Palm oil fields and desolate holes
Sold slaves, unmarked graves
Boats capsize beneath the waves
Burnt down, use live rounds
Hands on your head and face to the ground