Lyrics

Our melting pot is broken
Molten shards
Lay scattered at the golden door
Mother of Exiles words unspoken
Cannot be heard here anymore
We refuse your wretched refuse
Your homeless, your tired
And your poor

We have bleached the Nazarene
No one speaks His truths like before
None turn the other cheek
Or Love their neighbors anymore
His words washed and watered down
Bread crumbled
Wine spilled on the floor

This is not right
This is not okay
Does anything ever stay the same?
This is my fight
This is my machine
To surround and force
The surrender of hate
This is my fight

Democracy writes her epitaph
One shameless act of apathy at a time
Pyrite swine rise from the swamp
We can hear the funeral chime
Peasants fight the princes’ war!
What freedom is gained by dying?

This is not a more perfect Union
This is not how great is supposed to be
Cleanse the temple
Throw out the vipers
Overturn the tables of the thieves
Liberty will not be lost
We are the Brave
We are the Free

This is not right
This is not okay
Nothing ever has to stay the same
This is my fight
This is my machine
To surround and force
The surrender of hate
This is my fight

What is the sound of waking up?
Deaf ears cannot hear
Blind eyes do not see
There is nothing right about this
There is no place here
For complacency
The king’s men
The horse they rode in on
Build walls to fall from recklessly

This is not right
This is not okay
You and I will have to be the change
This is our fight
This is our machine
To surround and force
The surrender of hate

This is our fight
This is our machine
To surround and force
The surrender of hate