Letra de Speaker Box

Through; these words not coming from me; they’re coming from you
Open my mouth clean so you can throw through
Please watch out for those in between who may still know you;
When we come crashing through. We ask you
Does this world view satisfy you?
What you learned in your school, does it satisfy you? Do you ask you?
Fight! We’ve got no desire to rob you of the fire you have lit
In that fire you may burn. We’ve got no desire to turn
We’ve got no desire to turn you from the fire you have lit
In that fire you may learn, We’ve got no desire to spurn
But we ain’t fucking slaves, we’re people. Respect!
Our minds and our brains are equal; they’re blessed with the same freedom
And we don’t need you to hold us down, crush our face in the ground
Weight’s on our backs so we can’t stand up
Ground nailed to the round chains. Corrupted, corrupt id, corrupt I, corrupt we
Hear the million voices that came to voice thee. Fight!
We’ve got no desire to rob you of the fire you have lit. In that fire you may burn
We’ve got no desire to turn
We’ve got no desire to turn you from the fire you have lit
In that fire you may learn, We’ve got no desire to spurn
Religious bigotry, cultural bias
Materialistic world view, educate the liar; in a new school way
Trap and trade; masquerade of the blackened rays
Your way is bent. Forked tongues aid your hidden intent
Cast our way away into another plane
Slain by the grey, or tamed by the grey
Looking back there’s not much we can say but alas it’s the fact
The attack from the Grey was too much for our way and our natural class
Although most do not understand the language of our great mother
She will not speak another, and will always be There;
She’s never wrong
She’s never scared
She always tolerates the trillion faults and mistakes of your million ways
And your cold thrashing traits
Running over anything that gets in your damned way
Running like there’s fire in your ass ‘cause you just can’t stay
In the same bleeding place you destroyed on your rampage
On your search for the rich place;
You poor souls, you strayed from the original way and now it’s so cold
We’ve got no desire to rob you of the fire you have lit. In that fire you may burn
We’ve got no desire to turn
We’ve got no desire to turn you from the fire you have lit, In that fire you may learn
We’ve got no desire to spurn
Try to fill in your soul with a fire that will soon burn out of control
And your higher nature calls but you’re just so deaf;
Your pride so tall that that you’re just hell-bent;
On a runaway train straight to the end of the tracks;
Crash and burn into the same breath that’s
Common destiny for all those who forgot the song of the seasons;
Now the song of the reasons
Now we bid our Goodbye’s
Float away from the mouth that allowed us to stay
And voice; until another day, enjoy. Rejoice