Fight with power
Fight the power, fight the power
said year after year, forgotten hour every hour
fight the power fight the power
what the fuck does it stand for
We don’t stand with it
It’s gone
Power, power, power, power
power out
Forgotten in analog
now divided in bit
Zero sum game
but where is the winner
very little joy
even left for the sinner
systems we build, systems take hold
systems build us, insisting we’re sold
fuck your brands, fuck you in bold
everything you touch, turns to cold
winters never coming,
the winter we can’t escape
a system that promotes
thievery, murder, jealousy, rape
Haze everywhere, suffocating our fire
smoke every land, sorrows of empire
If I had a bullet, I’d bury it deep
not in your skull, but where it could sleep
The Earth take us, or it take our machines
right now it can only hear, the wrong screams
machines machines machines machines
where screams, where screams
drugged up – senses down
no pain is felt to turn this around
every hour every hour every hour every hour
call on your ancestors, who hung up on you
tell them you love them, but not what they do
tell them you need them, not because they are strong
tell them you need them, to right their wrong
then tell them to you hate them
let them carry that load
let their spirits rot
along with their road
dig up their bones
throw away their grave,
give them back to the oceans
to a cleansing wave
they didn’t leave us for dead
when we’re healthy pink
they did this knowingly
they left us extinct
they got death, and they left us for extinction
they got death, and they left us for extinction
our grandparents handed our parents a disaster,
our parents handed us a catastrophe
WE WILL NOT HAND OUR CHILDREN AN APOCALYPSE
fuck you and your writings of inevitability
we will not hide behind your books of divinity
we will let bullets be buried deep in our bodies
these times are prosperous? is that what we call these?
build your power, grow some roots
or the endless winds
the erosion bullet shoots
we will not hide behind divine books that say this was inevitable
we will allow the bullets to be buried deep in our bodies
Our time is not ours, our time is hours, minutes, seconds,
our time is now if we fuck their power
Subverses 