I hope to never find us leveraging what we are To the detriment of someone else As most of us are forced to run the gauntlet of every day Don't let the obstacles obscure the view Of the hurdles not yet cleared away For the person running next to you Through division and conquest they're trying to play us off as pawns With compassion, adhesion we'll show them they couldn't be more wrong And if all of this progress is really a zero-sum game I'm sure if you run the numbers you'll find where to place the fucking blame They aim to tear off your flesh, grind up your bones Mix them in with my feed We'll turn the knife back on them, exact our revenge Now it's their turn to bleed