We revel in our treason, our catalyst for changenWe don't wait for answers,nwe laugh, seize, and live our daysnEmbracing our sedition,ncrawling off our kneesnAs John Brown-patriots,nwho force the world we want to seennTRAITORS!nWho you'd call a traitor,nis the son of libertadnLa unica esperanzanwith no master and no godnFreedom-haters, agitators?nwhat would they call Thomas Paine?nFounding fathersnpraised as martyrsnor terrorists by another name?nnTRAITORS!nWhat you call the Nation-Statenis fiction in itselfnagreed upon illusion,nenforced by violence- ruled by wealthnThis land is fucking your land,nand not through them definednby fucking flags on SUVsnor Superbowl half-timesnnTRAITORS!