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The Holy Ghost Tabernacle Choir
Intérprete
Nat Lacuna
Canto
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Nat Lacuna
Letrista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Nat Lacuna
Producción
Letra
It is through the righteous care for others that you begin to believe that certain people should not exist.
The police, the kkk, the nazis, the confederate flag-wavers, the every day racists whether blood or water, the abusers, the rapists, the misogynists, the billionaires, the capitalists,
The future is brighter when they exist no longer
And through the fight you begin to learn
That what the system says is right is often not what is right
When will they finally find value in only human life?
Born of the cloth cut from southern value
Make a scarf of all the threads I refuse
Tightened around my neck, the heritage I reject
In the tree branches, am i a faggot or was it trans panic?
A long repeating, cyclical history
Silence being beaten into you for the small fee
Ticketed by prison systems built for profiteering
If you’re brown you’ll never win
If you’re queer you’ll never win
If a native you’ll never win
If you’re disabled you’ll never win
Your world will always be burning down
Your place will always be in the ground
They’ll be shooting up fanaticism until a fatal overdose
The divine cocktail of patriotism, personality, and perverted ethnocentrism
Always scanning the room like a soldier in a hot area,
Watching for the next move that grubby little rat hands can make
Disease of mind, body, and country.
Be sure that when the plane is crashing to put the ventilation system on democracy before yourself.
Always put others before you and business above all.
Then put whatever it is a cop says right above that.
Bastardize the moral ground you stand on, nose up, high and mighty
What will happen when the earthquake comes and knocks you off
Personally, I’d like you begging on your knees, family weeping
All your prayers go unanswered now that the tables have turned
Bleak
This blood has run cold, writhing and striving toward the brand new american dream of bourgeois success
Built on the backs of the poor and the manipulated masses
A consistent tap on the poker table of life asking for help with a deal bad enough to make you an honorary Kennedy
But for the love of god (office) do not shake the table or start up the card counting
Subservience is the new black and for that my heart beats red
My view goes red
My heart beats red
My blood runs cold and red
And all these systems are cracking the people in its teeth
And all these dreams, they only show how the system is broken beyond repair
Without a mass change
Without a mass change
Without a mass change
Without a mass change
Without a mass grave
Oh, fuck, I meant change
Never a waking thought
Never a waking nightmare
Never a waking fear
Of those “above” us
No more shifting, falling over
No bullies acting as murderers
No more shameful thought left in who you are
You love
You fuck
You have
You feel
You do
You help
You hold
I feel myself changing
Freed from interior life
A shattering of the screen
You put the gun in my hands
You put the knife in my hands
You put bullets in your head
You put stab wounds in your back
There is no more excuse for what it is you consider to be the correct way of using power
No choice but open fire
Oh how long we’ve begged for life
Mercilessly pleading
And falling apart at your feet
Do you see us?
I’m waiting
If you’re living behind the blindfold I’m sure you’ve never seen the things I’ve seen
The view is different from the top but here at the bottom it’s enough to make anyone come undone and
Come undone and
Come undone and
Come undone and
Fucking snap right back
Fucking break a neck and
Fucking rear your head like a cornered animal
Fucking drink the life of a spineless bastard
Fucking slit the throats of every vile pig in navy blue with blood the same
No longer clay pigeons
So many moral conundrums
All different levels of being
Egregious amounts of abhorrent
Eliminate yourself as judge and jury
Bury
All your
Police
So many lives were robbed
Now it’s your turn to feel the fear we’ve felt
Let me tell you about something you lack
Let me tell you about love
Written by: Nat Lacuna