Traitors

We revel in our treason, our catalyst for change We don't wait for answers We laugh, seize, and live our days Embracing our sedition Crawling off our knees As John Brown's patriots Who force the world we want to see Traitors! Who you'd call a traitor Is the son of libertad La única esperanza With no master and no god "Freedom-haters", agitators? What would they call Thomas Paine? Founding fathers Praised as martyrs Or terrorists by another name? Traitors! What you call the Nation-State Is fiction in itself Agreed upon illusion Enforced by violence, ruled by wealth This land is fucking your land And not through them defined By fucking flags on SUVs Or Superbowl half-times