Viva la Rebellion
Once upon a time, there was a fierce tribe of poets who reigned the hills of foresight with the fire in their words. The hills were surrounded by snakes who secretly wanted to be like the poets, but the snakes were too imbecillic so they decided to take the poets words as their own.
Safe
Seems like a foreign land
Feels like I’m suffocating
When I can’t kneel down
I‘ve been crying my whole life About the pain that you’ve caused And I’ve been waiting a long time To testify against these walls And now that I’m on I’m about to go off I’m gonna break you bitch You don’t wanna face off
Why can’t you come to stan
That the Jews were Black
That Kingdom Come Is more than you can stan
Woe to you IsraHELL
Mother of lies
Mother of martyrs
Mother of whores
You stoned the Prophets
And burned the scrolls
Sought death for your children
Broke bread with your foes
You raped and pillaged
And broke the commands
Taunted and cheated with blood on your hands
An abomination is what you’ve come to be
The Lost Ten Tribes are death under your feet
Where’s the kitchen sink? Aren’t you throwing everything? How far will you go? Ten years back ain’t far enough You gotsta lay down the law
