When Will We Rise by Isaac Taylor

My TV feeds me a pill that leaves me with bad dreams and a hole to fill
I ain’t gonna let my TV spin me another war in another land
I ain’t gonna pay my taxes for you to win me a fight that suits your hand
Who do you think you are, telling me that you know what god’s will is?
Who do think you are, selling me that war is the only way out of this?
I ain’t gonna let nobody tell me they know what god’s will is
I ain’t gonna let nobody sell me that war is the only way out of this
No, I ain’t gonna sit here and stare out my window
With you behind doors making dollars and widows
Many more will die, how many more will die?
How many more will you fuel with fear, you fool with your lies?
You will be schooled when we rise, but when will we rise?
When will we rise?
All I can do is raise my voice, I can change the chords and make my choice
To stand up and not be tied to the noose that spreads miles wide
Who do you think you are, telling me that you know?
Look at you standing there, stained red with your black gold
I will not bend and we must not fold, we must not let these stories go untold
We must stand up and not be sold that shedding blood is worth black gold
I aint’ gonna sit here and stare out my window
with you behind doors making dollars and widows
Many more will die, how many more will die?
Many more will die
How many more will you fuel with fear, you fool with your lies?
You will be schooled when we rise but when will we rise?
When will we rise? My TV feeds me a pill that leaves me with bad dreams and a hole to fill
I ain’t gonna let my TV spin me another war in another land
I ain’t gonna pay my taxes for you to win me a fight that suits your hand
Who do you think you are, telling me that you know Gods will?
Who do think you are, selling me that war is the only way out of this?
All I can do is raise my voice, I can change the chords and make my choice
To stand up and not be tied to the noose that spreads miles wide
Who do you think you are, telling me you know?
Look at you standing there, stained red with your black gold
I will not bend and we must not fold, we must not let these stories go untold
We must stand up and not be sold that shedding blood is worth black gold
I aint’ gonna sit here and stare out my window
With you behind doors making dollars and widows
Many more will die, how many more will die?
Many more will die
How many more will die?
Many more will die
How many more will you fuel with fear, you fool with your lies?
You will be schooled when we rise but when will we rise?
When will we rise?
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