From the recording Light it Up
Lyrics
Stomped the ground
Dust in the teeth
We walked high like a meadow
Like a reef
We marched in the heat
Sang loud, called it glory
Painted over every crack
Said we write the story
Smiled in the smoke
Raised hands for the picture
Never asked who paid for our perfect scripture
We the bad side of the story
Thought the blood was just the color on the flag
We the wrong side of the memory
Now the mirror hit back
Yeah, the mirror hit back
We the loud ones calling it victory
While the ground cried out under every step we bragged
We the bad side of the story
Now the mirror hit back
Yeah, the mirror hit back
Kids of the winners
Taught the chant, taught the cheer
Every beat of the drum
Drowned a thousand not here
We danced on the echo
Of a name we erased
Took the land, took the language
Left a smile on our face
Hands up
Who took more than they gave?
Hands up
Who built walls, called it brave?
Hands up
Feeling shame in your skin
Hear the old ghosts pounding from within
We the bad side of the story
Thought the blood was just the color on the flag
We the wrong side of the memory
Now the mirror hit back
Yeah, the mirror hit back
We the loud ones calling it victory
While the ground cried out under every step we bragged
We the bad side of the story
Now the mirror hit back
Yeah, the mirror hit back
We are not the heroes
We are not the light
Names on the statues
Standing on a lie
Tell that idol down
Let the beat confess
Every shout of slogan
Was a stolen breath
What do we do?
Who do we move?
Who do we bruise?
Can I hear the truth?
Bad side, bad side
We on the bad side now
Bad side, bad side
If you feel that doubt
Bad side, bad side
Say it 'til they chase the crown
Bad side, bad side
Be it 'til the walls fall down
We the bad side of the story
Thought the blood was just the color on the flag
We the wrong side of the memory
Now the mirror hit back
Yeah, the mirror hit back
We the loud ones calling it victory
While the ground cried out under every step we bragged
We the bad side of the story
Now the mirror hit back
Yeah, the mirror hit back
Drums still talk
Can't outrun the sound
If the truth is a rhythm
Let it knock us to the ground