| Song | Guerilla Laments |
| Artist | Diablo Swing Orchestra |
| Album | Pandoras Pinata |
| Taken by force but they kept it with pride | |
| And now we can't breathe in the world they describe | |
| Where silence is golden, resistance is numb | |
| We scream our hope straight into the sun | |
| Broken is the world they refuse to see | |
| We won't bow down to a word remembered as liberty | |
| They are preaching on now their time is yet to come | |
| How long before we can make them undone? | |
| In the name of believing | |
| In the name of us all | |
| We sing to tell you the stories untold | |
| Can you hear our mourning? | |
| They've taken our rights | |
| Don't let the truth out of your sight | |
| Deceiving appearance, they're dressed up as gods | |
| Fake that they care, their conscience is lost | |
| Denial their craft, and riots our goal | |
| They lead those who follow and break those who fall | |
| A future blackened by a change of heart | |
| They'll try to fool us that they will greet us with open arms | |
| A promise as empty as when we were sent astray | |
| Our blood on the pen they used to sign our lives away | |
| In the name… | |
| Honesty replaced by greed, they gave us the reason to fight and bleed | |
| They try to torch our faith and hope, spit at our presence and detest our goals | |
| They are preaching on how their time is yet to come | |
| How long before we make them undone? |
| Taken by force but they kept it with pride | |
| And now we can' t breathe in the world they describe | |
| Where silence is golden, resistance is numb | |
| We scream our hope straight into the sun | |
| Broken is the world they refuse to see | |
| We won' t bow down to a word remembered as liberty | |
| They are preaching on now their time is yet to come | |
| How long before we can make them undone? | |
| In the name of believing | |
| In the name of us all | |
| We sing to tell you the stories untold | |
| Can you hear our mourning? | |
| They' ve taken our rights | |
| Don' t let the truth out of your sight | |
| Deceiving appearance, they' re dressed up as gods | |
| Fake that they care, their conscience is lost | |
| Denial their craft, and riots our goal | |
| They lead those who follow and break those who fall | |
| A future blackened by a change of heart | |
| They' ll try to fool us that they will greet us with open arms | |
| A promise as empty as when we were sent astray | |
| Our blood on the pen they used to sign our lives away | |
| In the name | |
| Honesty replaced by greed, they gave us the reason to fight and bleed | |
| They try to torch our faith and hope, spit at our presence and detest our goals | |
| They are preaching on how their time is yet to come | |
| How long before we make them undone? |