Unarmed

33 kids from the Congo
Overtook today the barracks of Great Britain unarmed
As they stormed the tourist district

All the sentries must have missed it no one raised the alarm

And well, really
I shouldn't say they were unarmed
They were armed with the music

Nadia and Essian both play drums that
Are made of skin and bones and oxygen
Six or seven city blocks apart
One has never met the other
Breaking sister breaking brother
Shaking mother and she hovers
In her arms a broken heart

And well, really
I couldn’t say we go unharmed
No, the human body bruises

What's the difference in what we see
All the trains run through the station
All perspiration through the clouds
Is it part of a whole
Or it is just me
If creation is an act of separation then it's one we must allow

And ideally
We are suddenly disarmed
We stand quite still before our muses

I wanna see every living soul go wild
I wanna see us all love our obstructive minds and get movin’
I wanna feel everybody feel alive
Like we're ready to die form a line and just keep groovin'

'Cause this is not a drill this time we
Either make it to the top of this climb
Or we fall to ruin
So we're ready to go to war tonight
Swords forged of love and light and I didn't not see us losin'
But who'll stay in this fight when they start shooting
We are unarmed

And well, really
I should never say we were unarmed
Cause we were armed with the music