I
offer little resistance
It’s a pitiful existence
Your industry is polluting me and my mind
And I can barely find the time
To read the signs
Of things to come
That’s what they want you to know
That’s what they want another song
Won’t change a thing
A revolution I could sing
But that never changed any fuckin’ thing
Your contempt and disregard
For human rights outrage us all
I keep tryin’ that’s all I can do
You’ve made a mockery of justice
With your systems and your laws
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