Ashes - Saul Williams

Dancing on the corpses' ashes, the corpses' ashes

Dancing on the corpses' ashes, the corpses' ashes

Dancing on the corpses' ashes, the corpses' ashes

Dancing on the corpses' ashes

Dancing on the corpses' ashes

Gone from all the corpses' ashes

Here comes Lazarus

Triangulating green

God, dear Pythagoras

Equal to the sum of what the matter is

What the matter is

What the matter is

What the matter is

What’s the matter?

Some politicians' pockets getting fatter

The Robert Moses of the useless chatter

Ignores the data

Ignores the data

Ignores the data

But it keeps building

The wall between the poor and the rich building

Headquarters for the police worth a billion

They make a killing

They make a killing

Protect and serve

Your bullets won’t deliver the last word

Police of the religions as absurd

(Fuck the word)

Heed the feeling

The calculating masses are appealing

The jury hung from every museum ceiling

Dancing on the corpses' ashes (repeating in background)

History

Tries it’s best

To keep us kneeling

We have come

Standing in the field of bankers dung

Extinguishing the fires of the young

Who should have listened when the sirens rung

Cause we found them

Dancing on the ones who have renowned them

And they couldn’t give a fuck

Dancing on the corpses' ashes

Dancing on the corpses' ashes