To All Relations

To all relations I cannot abide
We’re caught up in a current by time and by tide
Where men up on the hillside place bets
On who will be the first to drown

The money has been tied up
The well is all but dried up
We ought to be fired up by all that we’ve seen

Stay low, or stay home
Resist
Last kiss

To all relations I cannot accept
We bury and we carry, their fortune is our debt
Their orders and their borders
The tallest ignorance

The money has been tied up
The well is all but dried up
We ought to be fired up by all that we’ve seen,

Stay low, or stay home
Resist
Last kiss

Forced into the corner, raise your voice and know that we exist
Know we are the ones, the daughters and the sons
We resist