Lyrics:

We revel in our treason, our catalyst for change
We don't wait for answers
We laugh, seize, and live our days
Embracing our sedition
Crawling off our knees
As John Brown's patriots
Who force the world we want to see
Traitors!
Who you'd call a traitor
Is the son of libertad
La única esperanza
With no master and no god
'Freedom-haters', agitators?
What would they call Thomas Paine?
Founding fathers
Praised as martyrs
Or terrorists by another name?
Traitors!
What you call the Nation-State
Is fiction in itself
Agreed upon illusion
Enforced by violence, ruled by wealth
This land is fucking your land
And not through them defined
By fucking flags on SUVs
Or Superbowl half-times