I, America

in the hellfires of freedom
reforge your golden crown
else it all else it all fall down

i, America
shake
off the heroes become weapons
resist the hero’s complaint
turn to the song of the common people
a song of death
a song of misery
sung with grace and enmity
stung with peace and tragedy

i, America
raise the colors of my country
front and center
listen
listen
listen

the heroes have all gone
it’s just us now
it’s just us now
speak up now

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On Still Mountains

echoes of a King
rustle like wind through the crowd
none are moved
none are moved now

on still mountains
we are the sole voice
low on air
we have one chant to sustain us

but all we can say
all we can think
i can’t breathe
i can’t breathe

echoes of a King
rustle like wind through the crowd
none are moved
none are moved now