She's Staring Down Her Desires, While They're

In Such Ugly Times, The Only True Protest Is Beauty.

The People Who Carried The Burden, Who Marked In Strange Field In Search Of An Answer, And Ended Their Journeys An Unwilling Hero.

A Protest Song Is A Song That's So Specific That You Cannot Mistake It For Bullshit.

Call It Peace Or Call It Treason / Call It Love Or Call It Reason / But I Ain't Marching Anymore

You Can Do Right Or You Can Do What You Are Told. And The Prize Of The Victory Will Belong To The Bold.