Crawling, walking, running
Pressing up against your lovely lines
We are underwater breathing
We are walking through your fire
Pressure building, running
Pressing up against your lovely home
We are so close…we are so close
You call this a wall?
These people have crossed history
And empires we don' watched ‘em fall
And all in all we've gotten stronger
We are the soil underneath every city you've conquered
We are the monsters abused by the conquerors
The conscripts in your army fraggin' officers
We are the flood waters from the origin
And ain't no brick in existence thick enough to hold us in
We are pa**ing you by
You want to stop progress with an imaginary line?
Well a shanty is a fine home for a leader
You can even see it in the children's faces
This, is displacement, mixed with desperation
A Molotov co*ktail of impatience
We want you to taste it, unlit is just as well
Feel the rumble in your stomachs when you get to hell
C'mon
Crawling, walking, running
Pressing up against your lovely lines
We are underwater breathing
We are walking through your fire
Pressure building, running
Pressing up against your lovely home
We are so close…we are so close
You call this a headshot?
I can still smell you, and I can still tell you have no heart
Your blood just sloshes from left to right when you walk and
My fingertips are sharp
And I don't need catharsis, I don't need closure
I just need to be a little closer
For the screamin' of the ghosts of everyone who never had sh**
To erupt from my lips: it's over
And we will not discuss this like gentlemen
This is genocide, we are desensitized
We are the set aside setting our sights on the enterprise
We were never meant to find
This is America: one big happy prison
But we wrote our names on the walls
You thought it was graffiti, but it was a sign
To everyone looking, from those already inside
We are…
Over the top and under the radar
We are squeezing through your keyholes
We are leaking through the cracks in your foundation
We the people are…