A tied flag in hand. blood in the eyes
And heading for conflict
Occupancy is the coherent way of finding solutions
There are no fences or walls to halt us
Things have changed
We are three times as many
What was once formed by peasants
Is now offensive and shown
On the face of the urban inhabitants
The machine is the future! we've got nothing to lose!
Your arrogance motivates me to plunder
Bombs, stones and sickles
Are the arguments that I present to you
As a portrait of our revolt and indignation
I'm with those who see property
As something egalitarian to be shared
Strongly opposing your pacifism!
Your great lies won't fool us!