My will is easy to decide,
For there is nothing to divide.
My kin don’t need to fuss and moan,
“Moss does not cling to a rolling stone.”
My body? Oh, if I could choose
I would to ashes it reduce,
And let the merry breezes blow,
My dust to where some flowers grow.
Perhaps some fading flower then
Would come to life and bloom again.
This is my Last and final Will.
Good Luck to All of you,
Executed by firing squad on November 19, 1915, after being framed for the murder of a local prominent and his son.
13-year-old Merlin Morrison, the victims’ son and brother, who said “That’s not him at all” upon first seeing Hill, but later identified him as the murderer. The jury took just a few hours to find him guilty of murder
Just prior to his execution, he had written to IWW leader Bill Haywood, saying, “Goodbye Bill. I die like a true blue rebel. Don’t waste any time in mourning. Organize… Could you arrange to have my body hauled to the state line to be buried? I don’t want to be found dead in Utah.”
Some devil came to me In my sleep last night It had a million eyes And cast an awful light Reminding the worlds favor is fleeting Mouths overflowed with rumor not worth repeating There’s a way we go about things here Gorged on consistency Guided by fear No shades of gray You’re with them or you’re with us I awoke and thought to myself I never was
Lovers & fighters Paupers & kings All cast a shadow One day you’ll come to find: HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE
And so I find myself Here with everyone one else Tumbling down from my youth Into these inconvenient And brutal absolutes The ground grows harder Beneath my aching knees But above my head Hangs everything that I Will. Not. Be. The thing about your heart,your body & your mind They fade away with time The thing about your heart, your body & your mind They bend Bend until they break
But that money stays the same Fucking worthless As the day you were named For all of your wishes You can take it with you You can’t win You know this game is rigged
Choreographed destruction Well lit murder scenes Perfectly landscaped scars on the earth I wish I could unsee I’ve got a mind to make my escape They nip at my heels Once in a lifetime offers Catastrophic deals We don’t have any ideas of our own Just all these things Our sleeping heads Are filled with other peoples dreams
The dollar has no brain The dollar has no heart The dollar can’t see the space between Pornography and art The hand keeps playing catch up Buying every rat in the race Selling us limitations Shove it back in the ugly face
Shove it back In their fuckin face Taking back What was ours in the first place We live, we love, we fail and we create And they take and they take and they take
I don’t wanna wake up On my death bed With nothing to show but A shelf full of artifacts and A withered frame filled with regret A mind loosening it’s grip Breathe in and out Drown in doubt Ask yourself what the fuck you did with
All those big ideas Those plans put on a shelf No one to blame but myself
Stepping back from the old ways Is hard when every day looks like the last Fearing the uncertainties of change More than familiar pains of the past Scratch at the monotony Mind threatening to self destruct Take a step towards the unknown I’ll try my luck…
Those excuses Those lies I told myself If I listen to them I’ll have no one to blame but myself
No one’s gonna do it for you Master your fate Move or his world will push you Right out the fucking way
Everyone knows the old cliches Living in the moment, seizing the day the best advice is worth so much less Than your smallest step Find your own way! FIND YOUR OWN WAY OUT
Just another scared, stupid animal Who wriggled up out of the muck And now it’s eat/sleep/fuck/repeat Don’t freeze at night or dry up in the sun
Skip ahead a couple of million Trips around the sun Trade legitimate fear for religion Trade in your teeth for guns It’s still winter/spring/summer/fall Not much has changed at all
Not content to live with the animals Big brains and opposable thumbs Praying and pretending That our end’s never gonna come But it’s just crawl/walk/stagger/fall NOTHING WILL CHANGE AT ALL
Straight ahead Clamber up the bodies of the dead Spoils of your abuse All monuments and mythos at the end We’ve grown just smart enough To convince ourselves there’s more to life than love and lust Our only hope in a world we broke Is that we’ll get another chance not to fuck it up
I understand it & I want to believe it too We don’t deserve to emerge unscathed If we live this way You should get what’s coming to you
So it pains me to say There’ll be no gnashing of teeth at the end Not even for this ape With so many devils in it’s head
You’ll lose it all in the end All the time and money that you couldn’t spend So here’s your living god Here’s your übermensch:
Just another scared stupid animal Trapped between it’s brain and its thumbs Thoughts eating at it’s insides Waiting for the end to come
I was a fool to believe That state secrets controlled my fate No conspiracy The siren song of the same old thing My little cage Is the home my father built for me I am the broken limb On my family tree Already gone Forget me
I am on the losing team World won’t cease to turn without me I’ll pace my cage & rattle my chains And it’ll get me nothing… But I’ve made my peace At 15 I found my release So many more live with so much less So I’ll do my fuckin best Here in the belly of the beast
Could have been worse Could have been me Got a nice warm bed In the belly of the beast But you did what you knew And you did right by me My debt remains unpaid May you rest in peace
I am the broken limb On my family tree I am the burning page In our family history