Thursday - Autobiography of a Nation (Live) lyrics

Write these words back down, inside: We have burned their villages People in them, died We adopt their customs And everything they say, we steal (All the dreams they had, we k**.) Still we all sleep sound, tonight Is this what you wanted, to hear? We erased all their images, and dance And replaced them with borders, and flags (Everything you said, you stole Everything you said, you stole.) At the top of this timeline you'll remember This is the lipstick on the collar And in my own life I've seen it in the mirror Sometimes at the cost of others' hopes So, write these words back down, inside That's where you need it, the most And without conviction, of heart You will never feel it, at all Yeah-we all dance to the same beat When we're marching-yeah-the t.v. tells us everything we need To know, and this scene is painted In all the fashions of the moment And history is all the same Everything you say: you stole Every dream you dream: you bought