Has it always been the age
Of trying to define truths?
The further back we look
It always seems so staged
Privileged up in the booths
Constantly rewriting the playbook

It’s always easier to be ignorant
Men have claimed this for our history
Always leaving suffering in their wake
Here’s to all that feel impotent
Trying to survive in the grand scheme
And protecting everything that’s at stake

Spiteful hope is what we can give
To challenge the lies that still live