We risk counterrevolution
When our gun chorous peaks
Another microevolution
Utilize the weak

Goliath rises high
From the ashes of corporate pride
Tears fall in the country chapel
They sing themselves to sleep at night.

A star-spangled fate
Crisscrosses our path
The way ahead in blue and gold
And red, you do the math,
Subtract the poor
Divide by hunger
And multiply
Till we alone are left

The phoenix in the clinging ashes
Our sacred pillars, altars all,
The fires of the stars
Our newfound chorus
Enlightens the eye
As the jagged rain falls
And washes clean our past.