Revolution

Pound your fists in the air
It’s our last chance to change the world
The backlash of globalization
Famine by overpopulation
It’s the exploitation of America’s youth
The reality is our addiction

Black Gold pumping in our veins
And we only want more and more
Licking our lips we savor defecation
Killing and hate
Justified in a lie

We mumble our syllables
We shout at our opposition
Drowning our contradiction
Destroying the world
Our ignorance is our Doom

The fear of Life
Transfixed to the television screen
We expect resolution and instant gratification
But who can solve the paradox
Of the human race?

In our whispers we are self aware
Our italicized lies being highlighted in bold
It cannot be fixed with duct tape
And the misanthropic malady
Has society on its knees

Flick of the needle: We’re in pain
Claiming our desire is a means of survival
Denying our addiction
And denying the remedy

We are lost and found
Pound your fists in the air
Breathe the fire engulfing our rebellion
It’s our last chance to change the world