You Can Kill The Protester, But You

You can spoon my eyes out
But I can still see through you
Slice my ears from my head
But you can not shut out the sounds of truth
Lock off each sound at the wrist
So I can't raise my fist

You can kill the protestor (can't kill)
You can't kill the protest
You can murder the rebel (murder)
You can't murder the rebellion

Sawed my feet at the ankles, but I wasnt going to run
Grabbed my face, sliced off my tongue
Lock off each hand at the wrist
So I can't raise my fist

You can kill the protestor (can't kill)
You can't kill the protest
You can murder the rebel (murder)
You can't murder the rebellion

Lying still now, no way to speak
Nothing to fear, bullets can't silence ideas