Bread And Circuits
Текст песни Hampton's Floor Plan

when ships take on water,
you'll find no rats around.
Headless chickens, we scatter,
scrambling for some solid ground.
And frantic fists tend to grip
to stake out their own self-serving contributions...
always seem to find a home.

They shot you in the back,
just ask who drew up the maps.
But hope takes hold
with a knowing of all the things you've got in stock,
and when you build it's best to build
with materials that you've got.

Locked away in days that burn
in uncomfortable distance.
At times it's hard to say if we offer any resistance,
but each and every day
an insurrection of the heart
can stand the point of reference
to a revolutionary start.

They shot you in the back...

On the morning of the 4th,
the floor plans were known by the hit squad assassins
and their handlers in Rome.
They broke Fred Hampton's body
but failed to learn
that the threat will remain of the dead down below.

And it's been said before
in the blood and stone of generations below:
the inevitable voice of justice strikes poetic.