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 percieve 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

Disorder

Disorder

Let us not fear disorder

Swing low

Swing low

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

Swing low

Will it swing low?

Keep your chariot

We're already home

Swing low

Swing low

Will it swing low?

We're already home.