Collector Of Taxes And Souls

You said you would give
Your children the truth
Instead all you spread
Is vicious manipulation

When I say you are the
Epitome of everything despicable
I mean it!

You are the perfect one to
Embody a broken reality
That has failed us all

How can you speak in my name
If you know me not?

All of the ways you try collect
The pieces of me
Yet I am none of that you fool!
Can't you see that your broken
Stories and territories
Cannot grab me?

My body is free
My mind is mine
I am here I reclaim
My rights!
My mind is free
My body is mine
I am here thus I reclaim
What's mine!

How can you speak in my name
If you know me not?
If the way

You try collect the pieces of me
Yet I am none of that you fool!
Can't you see that your broken
Stories and territories
Cannot grab me?

My mind is free
My body is mine
I am here & I reclaim
My rights!
My mind is free
My body is mine
I am here thus I reclaim
My rights!

(And while you laugh
Here I dig your grave
My offering to the Soil
That she may finish you!)