We Will Not

This is a sermon for the vermon. A song to draw blood.
A finger in the dam trying to hold back the flood. We are down, but we're still not out.
We struggle with faith in the face of doubt.

So is it a crime to think that we've found something more sublime?
That we're somehow more alive?
That we're not just busy dying?
No coincidence, it's by design.
Herded into a pen with the rest of the swine.
Born to shine, or born to stand in line?

You decide.

So you better step up to bat, before your dreams get hammered flat. (This is the sound)
Even when your ship has run aground.

Don't let bastards get you down.

Nosotros No

este es un sermon para los de Vermont
un dedo en la presa tratando de detener la inundación estamos abajo, pero todavia no fuera
luchamos con fe en la cara de la duda

asi que es un crimen pensar que hemos encontrado algo mas sublime?
que estamos mas vivo de alguna manera?
que no solo nos ocupamos en morir
ninguna coincidencia,es por diseño
heredada a una pena junto con los demás cerdos
nacido para brillar, o nacido para estar en la linea?

tu decides

asi qeu mejor acercate a batear, antes de que tus sueños sean aplastados este es el sonido
aun cuando tu barco este en tierra

no dejes que los bastardos te depriman