Autobiography of a Nation (Live) Thursday

Write these words back down, inside:
We have burned their villages
People in them, died
We adopt their customs
And everything they say, we steal
(All the dreams they had, we kill.)
Still we all sleep sound, tonight
Is this what you wanted, to hear?
We erased all their images, and dance
And replaced them with borders, and flags
(Everything you said, you stole
Everything you said, you stole.)
At the top of this timeline you'll remember
This is the lipstick on the collar
And in my own life I've seen it in the mirror
Sometimes at the cost of others' hopes
So, write these words back down, inside
That's where you need it, the most
And without conviction, of heart
You will never feel it, at all
Yeah-we all dance to the same beat
When we're marching-yeah-the t.v. tells us everything we need
To know, and this scene is painted
In all the fashions of the moment
And history is all the same
Everything you say: you stole
Every dream you dream: you bought