We are the campaign trail, they’ll lay their footprints

And sell the lie that it’s safer to walk in

The shadow they cast, and just to forget

The questions we’ve asked that they haven’t answered yet

We are the crosses

They are the boxes

We have the power to be moving targets

We are the crosses

They are the boxes

We have the power to leave our question marks

They’ll twist their slogans and pins from their rosettes

To pick the lock of their key demographic

They play on our fear and grief like a psychic

They can sell false hope, we don’t have to buy it

We are the crosses

They are the boxes

We have the power to be moving targets

We are the crosses

They are the boxes

We have the power to leave our question marks

We are the vote, we are the news

We choose

Don’t go to them, they’ll come to you

We are the beaten black and blue

Abused

Don’t work for them, they work for you

L. Switzer