Psychic Secession - Yellow Swans

Astride a ship that’s borne on evil wind

To be carried across the river ocean

A stack of slaves to pour like

Walking death over the lands we’ve won

Make myself paraplegic, mutiny to kin

To everyone, don’t tread on the bed I lay in

Don’t tread on my secession

From false election to fear conspiracy

I had to change my mind

Psychic secession

We have to change our minds

Psychic secession

Psychic secession

Psychic secession

Psychic secession

Psychic secession