There’s blood on the table. Can we all sit, are we able.
If you fight for me I’ll help you protect the one you love.
There's grain on the table
We produced it together. But it will destroy us.
One sees food. One sees property.

One is to be shared
One is to be stolen

You may not be looking for fault. But it found you.
It didn’t have to look that far.
Without the cause, without the start
We’ll organize where everything is empty

There’s blood on the table.
We can’t all sit, we’re not able.
If you fight for me I’ll help you kill the ones you love
There’s grain on the table
we stole it together.
But theft is not that simple
Across from you is only me.

There can be no property. Without the will to hold it
You may not be looking for fault.
But it found you. It didn’t have to look that far.

What is the deepest root of inequality?
No structural violence, no property
What’s the deepest source of the distance from you to me
If you want it, you can take it
In the end does it matter where we went wrong?
One million kept it in check. We’re not special

You may not be looking for fault. But it found you.
It didn’t have to look that far.
Without the cause, without the start
We’ll organize where everything is empty

You may not be looking for fault, but if you want it, you can take it