Book of Our Names

I want there to be a book of our names None of them missing, none quite the same None of us ashes, all of us flames And I want us to read it aloud I want it to tell of our exile here In a cruel machinery, our bodies between the gears And our world back home, just a ghost of a prayer And I want us to read it aloud, I want us to read it aloud And our names will be heard through prison walls Through wet city streets and international calls And we'll read it until this whole empire falls And then we will continue to read it And the names will be the real ones that are ours Not the ones given us by the enemy powers But the ones that we know in our bones and our bowels And they'll be said out loud and repeated Yes, I want there to be a book of our names None of us missing, none exactly the same None of us ashes, all of us flames And I want us to read it aloud, I want us to read it aloud