I took the early train, the Brussels ICE Two Rojava Punks sat across from me One had flaming eyes of a new recruit Returned my wary gaze with a smile and a fake salute And then we drifted off They had something that I recognized and that made me scared (hey) They had something that I recognized and that made me scared They said nothin' but I read their eyes and I had a dream about a bomb at night in Maine Élan vital I must have slept too long And I missed my stop And these Rojava Punks suggested we all get off at once They took me in on trust They let me crash their house 'Cause they see no distinction between a civilian and them And then I feel it There's no chance for a change in the weather In the time it takes to make a fist Keep it up 'til the world gets better But we hope we're never careless or arrogant, no! Rajava punks on a training run Rajava punks, empty stadium Rajava punks, yellow, red, and green I woke up to see two empty seats across from me But I feel it There's no chance for a change in the weather In the time it takes to rule Without you