Buildings, subways, city sidewalks: formerly our public canvas
Now coated with glossy plastic faces bleached with one intent: manufacture illness
My body's retching from this plague of images
I need to vomit back these toxins, cleanse my mind before they can digest
But it wasn't always like this, debate once seethed across these blockades and our voices spoke through paint-stained hands, and it's coming back-the people's voice on the attack
Hands are drowsy
Tongue is stretching
Rise and shine
Thoughts slumber in hiding
Opinions wanting out
Release them now
Quickly skulking through the darkness, dripping verse over product slogans
Poets for a better world
This is our vaccine
I don't want consensus, I just ask you to release your ideas into the air to counteract this sick monotony
I hope you'll be joining me
Rise and shine
The idea marketplace only sells one fruit today
It's time for you to claim some space
Rise and shine
Turn it around
Rise and shine
Put your theories on parade your words will detonate against the corporate cityscape
What's that?
I can't hear you
Wake up now
We're getting up
Get up now
What's that?
I can't hear you
Get up now