There is no point in waiting,
In expecting the savior,
In hoping for the best,
In claiming and claiming.

The profane History got so nostalgic
With the programmed amnesia
Regardless of goodness or badness
Of the times ever lived.

All we've been left
Is a shallow interest
To match anything
Of what we already are.

There is no place else to go
Rather than where we already are.
The only option, then, is to fight.