Birthright.

Make Me Want It.

The Donald.

Waiting For The Tide.

Come take a rest you weary fathers,
For many years you've wandered all alone.
The tower that you built is fallen.
Your children will not escape from this.

Your children will not escape from this.

And we beat war drums
While this child's death was brought to you
By government bombs.
And we sing war songs
While tyrants laugh at us because
They knew it all along.

So shed a tear for lonely mothers
Who lost a family sleeping in their beds.
Yeah shed a tear for lonely mothers
For it was your son who raped and pillaged.

Yeah it was YOUR SON who burned their village.

And we beat war drums
While this child's death was brought to you 
By government bombs.
And we sing war songs
While tyrants laugh at us because
They knew it all along.
Yeah tyrants laugh at us because
They knew we'd get it wrong.

Your chosen ones they laugh because
They knew it all along.

War Drums.

Old Man Waters.

Alternateen turned alternadult from Victoria, BC.

Kyrillos