i admire these men
brave and beautiful
grabbing the blade from all the wrong sides like children

they bring skins and smoke
we bring shackles and guns
we’ll trade with them and then we’ll take them home

it’s simple
it’s so simple
they’re not like us

(ch)
becoming a slave is easier than you think

there’s always a price to pay
it’s gotta hit somebody’s back
trust me, new worlds don’t just build themselves

progress has more than one face
evil isn’t always itself
there’s nothing you can change without changing everything else

it’s simple
it’s so simple
if they’re not like us

(ch)

talk from every head
a product in every word
it’s under our feet and you know it’s over our heads

and everyone’s telling the truth
in languages that nobody speaks
you listen close and hear what you believe

television
teleaction
tell me what you want