Texty:
American Steel Rogue S March

Hidden tombs and solitude hunger stikes or belly aches handcuffed pines and crossed picket lines sacrifice is a tear away Barren plans, buried two fingers

s a new day and I'm alive What more could I ask for? Here comes another day, and that's something... It's not much but hope's a start

read four letter words on the bathroom stalls and in the union halls the American Revolution is unfinished there won't be peace until there's justice

there's a chance I hope we take it cuz There's a hope to have out there There's a million rebel songs unwritten There's a million rebels unsung There's

re not more angry It's a mans world but it's falling apart No we don't share a thing we kill and rob and anthropomorphize God Battle drums of the Rogues March

In the flatlands its uphill everywhere you go. I can feel the fuckers in the hills looking down their noses. At the black man white man heading off

some things were said but that's okay they needed said anyway let's forgive and forget I don't know how far the apple fell and through angry lenses it's