Lesser Known Saint - John Hancock lyrics

Name the price for your head — what my country deems your life is worth Speak your final words, as you are officially pronounced worthless Written away with a stroke of my pen. Your humanity exists to serve as my commodity And you would trade all you own to somehow right this wrong But it will take more than you for me to right my wrong No support — for those who fight back Against the control imposed upon you Break under my weight I decide for which you stand This life in your idle hands Dismiss the sound to fall in – to let this go To rig this outcome This is not privileged to eat your fill and make your waste I will not falter until I've written you away