We are in the fight of our lives now With no recourse for our love of the land So with this pen in my hand, I'll sharpen words into weapons If it means I can stand for something real I'm not concerned with empty moments If we only posture 'til the end of this song Anna's voice sings through Chechen fog Greater than gun and bomb from '94 and on A lesson defined in spirit That one light can spark our human cause We must claim the right to grow And stand to oppose all those who hold the throne And to those who came through the door to pay, leave, and lose Trailing off among tree-dark streets in the neon-dim hold To them I say I know that truth is the enemy of power Spoken by those who took a bullet for their efforts Safety is the convenient path chosen when there's too much at stake I hear the floorboards creaking The key turns in the lock They'll tap the door and barge in I lived my life to know free will Printed words scatter floorboards They can't just steal that from me