Who will you sell to?
When they are all drunk, sick, or high?
A question I don’t think you’ve thought through

You assume there is nothing we can do
We either submit or we die
Who will you sell to?

The ol’ red, white, and blue
The place where we live to defy
A question I don’t think you’ve thought through

You use manipulation as your tool
For mass hypnosis, no one can ask why
Who will you sell to?

I ache for new generations. You will dictate to their wombs
That is, if the ocean flows left and right if the clouds fill the sky
A question I don’t think you’ve thought through

The truth is, for some, oblivion is what they choose
For some, they will stand tall, refuse lies
Who will you sell to?
If we opened our eyes and stood in our truth?