Everyday's a news day so why's today already feel old
Everywhere a victim, a hater, a truth not being told
War, not love is the commonplace;
Can you be surprised? People filled with Malice. Hate.
Living a life without comprehension of state
Never knowing where you are, your feelings always late
Apathy isn't hatred, but it's not much better
Don't you get tired? Of feeling numb forever?
Open up and you'll start to feel,
Start to feel and things get all too real.
Submission and silence are two of a kind
But it's easier that way, aint it? losing your mind.
No words can stop yours from being heard
Except your own, when you throttle your throat
with the words of a defeatist who'll never fight elitists.
You'll leave a movement dying a fetus:
never to see the world that could be sweetest.
Stop sitting down and start sitting up
you'll never get around town if you won't leave the block
Victim as a culture is yours to change
boomers soon are gone, worlds yours to derange.