Taking the axe from the shed
to the closest walls
the fog in the window
needed the air so I could clear my head
all the dust is skin kicked up in the sun
a proof of future every time [bad word] 
match like as a body as in sticks
fit to see what is done but it has to
imagine making love now to it's rough and ugly skin
lost inside a [bad word] inside the mutiny within
I long to be absorbed into this [bad word] that you create
cause you chained me to your heaven
it's obsession with it's weight
and a [bad word] kneels at the altar of the world
he repents
oh what he'd give to live inside this world
their government their culture and their 

some of them unmasked sleep in the masters beds
a room inside a world that didn't want you
unless your wealth is used to gentrify our cities
make the image the obsession look to market the eccentric
blind unto the status of the fairer skinned
your hands may have their freedom but you're still rich men
that's not equality that's just acceptance
in a world that's built on classes we will never be connected

they taught me how
they taught me how
when they took me to their churches and made me fear their god
they taught me how
they dragged it out
yet we carved our hearts to freedom with our backs against the wall
never asked for freedom or the [bad word] robing
the mirage of the sacred oath(I stand by [bad word] liberation!)

Taking the axe from the shed
to the closest walls
the fog in the window
needed the air so I could clear my head
all the dust is skin kicked up in the sun
a proof of future every time [bad word] they built their homes from the sawdust and the [bad word] in the air so I can clear my lungs
it's weight of
 [bad word] beneath the speechmaker's objective
what do you really mean stop biting tongue
though they may thank you for the inches of your service
bear in mind the threat we know your paper's [bad word] worthless

they taught me how
they taught me how
when they took me to their churches and made me fear their god
they taught me how
they dragged it out
yet we carved our hearts to freedom with our backs against the wall
never asked for freedom or the [bad word] robing
the mirage of the sacred oath(I stand by [bad word] liberation!)

would you split yourself down inborn planes to satiate these impulses
from histories you'd not create if you had had your say
but [bad word] it with arrogance
you can't protect the innocent
with silences and gazing back in [bad word] was your future
what a rotten world that has us socialised to fear
I will not follow that sorry lead
won't be robbed of all our graces
it's all our love and all our bleeding there

they taught me how!