Euclid (Slave Song)

We are the parasite of earth
Liberty, our curse
At this rate we choose our fate
Self-freed slaves or wear these
Chains to our graves
Swing low
Will it swing low?
Keep your chariot
We’re already home
Swing low
We perceive power to be above
But the only power is in love
When men are stripped from their thrones
And forced to bow to the earth
Disorder, x3
Let us not fear disorder
Swing low, x2
Will it swing low?
Keep your chariot
We’re already home
Swing low
The cup isn’t far from empty
Our masters sip our dignity
Drunk off our identity
Savages never save
The cup isn’t far from empty
Our masters sip our dignity
Drunk off our identity
And still they crave
Swing low, x2
Will it swing low?
Keep your chariot
We’re already home
Swing low, x2
Will it swing low?
We’re already home