Euclid (Slave Song)

We are the parasite of Earth
Liberty's our curse
At this rate, we choose our fate
Self-freed slaves or wear these chains to our graves?

Swing low
Will it swing low?
Keep your chariot, we're already home
Swing low

We perceive power to be above
But the only power is in love
When men are stripped from their thrones
And forced to bow to the Earth

Disorder
Disorder
Disorder
Let us not fear disorder

Swing low
Swing low
Will it swing low?
Keep your chariot, we're already home
Swing low

The cup isn't far from empty, our masters sip our dignity
Drunk off our identity, savages never save
The cup isn't far from empty, our masters sip our dignity
Drunk off our identity, and still they crave

Swing low
Swing low
Will it swing low?
Keep your chariot, we're already home

Swing low
Swing low
Will it swing low?
We're already home