Dead Pioneers - Freedom Means Something (Official Audio)

Freedom Means Something by Dead Pioneers
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Lyrics:
The anomaly that is the United States of America
Western civilization
The space where people talk about freedom
But don't know the basic definition of freedom

We are the country that talks about greatness
Where few things are greater than having the freedom
To reinstate old racist ideas
Freely using the racial slurs your grandparents normalized

Touting words like patriotism
And truth
And freedom
And courage

Contradicting your words by feeding unsustainable coal
Into your fear factories
The only smokestacks I've ever seen where the smoke
Looks like human skulls screaming into the ether

A fear-based move
Mistaking fear for devotion
Pretending to know what truth looks like
And freedom looks like
And integrity looks like

As a crawling sycophant, we know who's boots you lick
When you're dead and gone, I will speak your name
So that your name will carry your legacy of disloyalty
And lying
And death
And hate

When you hold your bible upside down
Standing in front of your tabernacle of hypocrisy
Saying, "God" and "Jesus" and "Truth" and "Righteousness
Our minds can't let go of the fact as you are saying words
You are lying
And somehow don't know what those words mean

To follow you is to follow nothingness
Your unsustainable mystery marketed in an exciting possibility
But drops into a hole of nothing

You fly the flag of benevolent nationalism
With threat of theological fascism
And have the audacity to call it freedom
This word you can't define
That you can't spell
That you can't hold in your hands
Because your hands are filled with hypocrisy shaped like assault rifle sex toys

What do you want?
What do you want?
Power?
Compliance?
A seat at the table of unsustainable consumption?
As our world burns you will find subsistence in the paper money
Like a currency flavored apple pie
Ala mode

Not to be negative, but it gets worse
Before it gets worse
And while you tell us, "Let them eat Big Macs"
We prepare the guillotine
To castrate your fascist idealism
Under the flag of an American militia cosplaying as a military sex cult

We will tar and feather you with your money
And prepare you for your place in the annals of historical genocide
Amidst the nationalistic maniacs
That destroy families
And land
And legacy
And truth
And decency

Your end is near