Conviction Video (MV)

We hung our teachers from the roof of the school
With the cops' tires screeching, no holds barred, we just shoot
In that damn courtroom, we could've bargained a plea
But we tugged our waistbands, and we flashed the whole jury
And it went on and on

Yet I can't seem to yield any conviction

We blew our earnings on just a handful of beans
And somehow they grew into beautiful trees
We could've had a forest or brought the apples to town
But without a question, we burned it all to the ground
It went on and on and on

Yet I can't seem to yield one ounce of conviction

Co-conspirators, my black brigade
I recognize these etchings upon the frame
But the picture's been doctored, my face is blurred
On the back I struggle with smudged words

There was a shimmering light, a majestic love
A utopic expanse, some sort of Ithaca
The seething anchors of time delved them out of me
Ever-closer to Earth as they sunk deep
Falling out of me

Now I can't seem to yield any conviction
For any movement of blooming confusing new religion
Though I reap my till, it chills me just what I'm given
I can't seem to yield
It goes on and on and on