I swear, this shit won't add up.
Seems every day another battle's on the news
Between the anarchist and riot cop.
Well thanks, such a fucking lot,
Reduce an issue to a 'civilized' round table and a myth
of what's behind a black mask,
have you bricks to spare?
although I've felt that way before, it never comes naturally now
and what about those faces that I know
Who struggle every day?
I guess you're either complacent or a fool,
Well that's such a fucking joke, my friend,
Its time we burned that shit down.
It's a curse; it's a death-trap
I breath uninterrupted as i read bodies in newsprint.
Not a splinter in sight but it seems like the base is cracked
A fucking sign beside my bus stop wakes me up
I wish the temperature would drop until explosions would stop
then maybe we'd finally see ourselves.
Seven-billion strong, where the fuck do we find meaning
In this culture of lies and rot?
And do you think about 'meaning'?
Well I sure think about meaning,
but it doesn't come from the news.
I'll take the next train out of this city
Just to maybe find something true.
Don't you feel so fucking used?
I'll take the next train out of this city,
Not a splinter in sight but the base is cracked.
The Red League.
I'll live and die in that endless lie,
Live and die in an endless line.
I swear, not another day will pass us by on the inside.
Say what you will, I won't swallow that pesticide.
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