"But when I leave you remember I said, with the last words on my lips, I am a revolutionary. And you're going to have to keep on saying that. You're going to have to say that I am a proletariat. I am the people. I'm not the pig. You've got to make a distinction. And the people are going to have to attack the pig But when I leave you remember I said, with the last words on my lips, I am a revolutionary." We won't be led to slaughter This is self-genocide It's the hand of the people that's getting tenser now And when we rise up… Woo, I feel it coming down because You lived your life in the sunshine You bought your way out of Hell You paid the toll with the souls of your people Then you absconded to the tower up on the hill Until way down in the valley You heard a terrible sound The killing noise that just followed you closer and closer Until it found you out and read the charges that brought you down You took the names of the masters You burned your children for Baal Hey, you sold your sons and your daughters for silver And gave over everyone and everything for your will You made a whore of the struggle You made a joke of our shame So this time we're gonna break down the breakdown of meaning This is a final execution It's our endgame