It goes and I think about it
Life drags on and on
It'll be okay we're all dyin
Stitch together all the lyin
But the seams are busting
Maybe its how I was raised
Lusting after greener days
Drinking away darker memory
Lonely, broken, always hoping
Filthy, chokin, and coping
Smog in the sky watching birds die
Working as the people cry
Across a pond watch as they drop bombs
Dead kids, kids with guns, now its gone
Channel flipped and its in our homes
More dead kids, kids with guns, at our homes
Teenage rebels with a cause get the belt
Label them delinquent or maybe life the sentence
Tell them they'll grow out of it
Unsaid is the "or else" unsaid is the threat
Adults work as gears and cogs
Adults work until tears and rust
Act with servitude act as a dog
Or be put own like one as is just
We are the oppressed until we aren't
We are the oppressors until we can't
A revolution of successors to a power
They wield it as did their forefathers
Evil of the poor given power a fearful thought
Do well to domineer and control their thought
And if they disobey beat them till they obey
Or have your head removed as they take your thought
Evil of the rich holding power a fact of life
Still even the rich and powerful fear your knife
Still a beating heart and a body dies as is life
Still the heart of society and you take its life
Its body yours to contort and break
Do you think it better for you to take
Will you be able to handle its stakes
Will you become rich as the poor heartbreaks