Built like a dream out of the past (Crushing generations with a foggy mass) Of seething anger and unhealed wounds (I can't make this right but don't be confused) Whoah-ho, (whoah-oh-oh-oh-ho) I am a rifle, I am this blockade I'm banners and violence and car-bombs and riots! (I am a rifle, I am this blockade) (I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons!) Don't look to me to give the future back (Don't look to me to rework the past) I'm only here to bring things to a head (You can cover your ears, it doesn't change who I am), no! Whoah-ho, (whoah-oh-oh-oh-ho) I am a rifle, I am this blockade I'm banners and violence and car-bombs and riots! (I am a rifle, I am this blockade) (I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons!) ("You, the people have the power") ("To make this life free and beautiful") ("To make this life a wonderful adventure") ("You are not machines you not titled") ("And I'm the name of democracy they choose their power") ("Let us all unite!") I haunt the Chilcotin I stalk Palestine I fueled Rwanda's worst I held Lasagna's hand I'm one hundred shades of hunger Whoah-ho, (whoah-oh-oh-oh-ho) I am a rifle, I am this blockade I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons! I am resistance, I am your problem! I'm not leaving and I am your fault!