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Good Riddance

Defusing The Popular Struggle

 

Defusing The Popular Struggle

(album: Symptoms Of A Leveling Spirit - 2001)


Once lost we will never find our way
Shutting down, we're devoid of things to say
Our prospects are growing worse with every hour
With no voice it seems we've got no power

Overcome by headlines, we believe what isn't true
You've got no empathy for anyone but you
Our moral contradictions and subjective, hollow tomes
Perpetuate the fear asphyxiating us at home, so...

Seems like there's no place left to hide
From the cold, amorphous dread that we all feel inside

Actions might dictate who survives
The hopelessness which punctuates our empty lives

Could there be something?
I need a reason
Could there be anything at all?

Systems of technology which once kept us informed
Now endeavor to perpetuate the norm
Privatization of concentrated wealth
While millions still suffer in dilapidated health, so...

Who cares to calculate what indigence will cost?
How can we replicate urbanity this lost?
The curtain falls on the ultimate disgrace
We hunger for equality though we've never had a taste, so...

Seems like there's no place left to hide
From the cold, amorphous dread that we all feel inside

Actions might dictate who survives
The hopelessness which punctuates our empty lives

Could there be something?
I need a reason
Could there be anything at all?

The irony will make you laugh
Intervene on our behalf
To undo this mask of false complicity

The right-wing despotic government
Has manufactured our consent
Can we entrust ourselves
To transform their doctrine to dissent?

done

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