Rise
written signed off in the obituary what happened to us
where's your anger where's your fucking rage
watered down senses lost
lazy privileged denial and self gratified a tradition passed down to
our blood stained hands
give in give up
contented to strive for new worthless slogans
we miss our potential for action and substance
contended to lie in our boring vomit
suggesting arrangements while others are dying
stand up fight back
how many starving millions have to die on our front doorsteps
how many dying millions have to crawl to our front doorsteps
where's your anger where's your fucking rage
watered down senses lost
where's your anger where's your fucking rage
content and corrupted contrive and disgusting
dig a whole it's all over forget the words and good intentions
unless we rise
tear it down
rise