Song Of A Thousand Birds

Your honeyed words slide over all of our dead
Your pregnant jails are leaking all of our young..

And over the mountain
And over the sea
The song of a thousand birds is singing
We'll be free
They cut off our branches but we'll grow them back
Our roots are too deep in this soil burnt and black...

Let loose your dogs to feed on all of our bones
Kick in our doors and quietly burn down our homes..

And over the mountain
And over the sea
The song of a thousand birds is singing
We'll be free
They cut off our branches but we'll grow them back
Our roots are too deep in this soil burnt and black...

We've paid in our blood
We'll pay in our tears
For the rent on our own land
You control through fear
You beat us in castles
You put us through hell
The pressure and chokeholds are all that you sell

All our days will come...
All our days will come...