Speaker Box

SPEAKER BOX (vocals: Guillermo de Llera)

Through; these words not coming from me;
they're coming from you.
Open my mouth clean so you can throw through.
Please watch out for those in between who may still know you;
when we come crashing through.
We ask you. Does this world view satisfy you?
What you learned in your school, does it satisfy you?
Do you ask you? Fight!

We've got no desire to rob you of the fire you have lit.
In that fire you may burn.
We've got no desire to turn
We've got no desire to turn you from the fire you have lit,
In that fire you may learn,
We've got no desire to spurn.

But we ain't fucking slaves, we're people. Respect!
Our minds and our brains are equal;
they're blessed with the same freedom.
And we don't need you to hold us down,
crush our face in the ground.
Weight's on our backs so we can't stand up.
Ground nailed to the round chains.
Corrupted, corrupt id, corrupt I, corrupt we.
Hear the million voices that came to voice thee. Fight!

We've got no desire to rob you of the fire you have lit.
In that fire you may burn.
We've got no desire to turn
We've got no desire to turn you from the fire you have lit,
In that fire you may learn,
We've got no desire to spurn.

Religious bigotry, cultural bias,
Materialistic world view, educate the liar;
in a new school way.
Trap and trade; masquerade of the blackened rays.
Your way is bent. Forked tongues aid your hidden intent.
Cast our way away into another plane.
Slain by the grey, or tamed by the grey.

Looking back there's not much we can say
but alas it's the fact.
The attack from the Grey was too much for our way
and our natural class.
Although most do not understand
the language of our great mother.
She will not speak another, and will always be

There; She's never wrong, She's never scared.
She always tolerates the trillion
faults and mistakes of your million ways.
And your cold thrashing traits.
Running over anything that gets in your damned way.
Running like there's fire in your ass cause you just can't stay,
In the same bleeding place you destroyed on your rampage.
On your search for the rich place;
You poor souls, you strayed from the original way
and now it's so cold.

We've got no desire to rob you of the fire you have lit.
In that fire you may burn.
We've got no desire to turn
We've got no desire to turn you from the fire you have lit,
In that fire you may learn,
We've got no desire to spurn.

Try to fill in your soul with a fire
that will soon burn out of control.
And your higher nature calls but you're just so deaf;
Your pride so tall that that you're just hell-bent;
On a runaway train straight to the end of the tracks;
Crash and burn into the same breath that's
Common destiny for all those who forgot
the song of the seasons;
Now the song of the reasons.

Now we bid our Goodbye's,
Float away from the mouth that allowed us to stay,
And voice; until another day, enjoy.
Rejoice.