Caliban - Imposter

[chorus:]imposter - i am the torch at the gateimposter - i am the switch in the grenadeimposter - i am the rush within the raidimposter - aren't we all set to detonate.the bulwarks have all shanties erased and we're all choking on the aftertastethe cartels where destitution leads - enjoy the occidental stampedethese fraudulent defenders are all coming of ageextraneous endeavors to finalize their wage[chorus]ah worshipper of assets - the affiliate herdand covered by the menace - we all inhale the dirtah the sum of all parts - makes us communards/ communardsah the sum of all parts - makes us communards/ communards1 i strip - my sleeve - and show my horrid scar- rebellion is the blood that drips from this guitar2 i lift - my shoes - and show my broken feet- rebellion is the blood that pours down from this beat3 i pull - my tongue - and show my bitter taste- rebellion is the blood that trickles from this bass4 i cut - my skin - and show my brittle bones- rebellion is the blood that gushes from this microphone5 ah - rebellion has to be / it has to be contagious- because they try to do away with every last one of us6 ah - rebellion has to be / it has to be contagious- because they try to do away with all of us - all of us(backings) the killer's holding office - yeahhe pulled our tongues - he broke our bones- na na na na[chorus]