“So tell me that I’m wrong because I want no one to feel like they’re sheltered, forced to be a model of the year. Do your leaders keep you safe? Or make sure you don’t lose faith? Exploited vulnerability puts you in the sort of state.”

Where suddenly the world around you isn’t all that great. Now you start to question every fucking word they say. I know we’re not all victims. I’m starting to believe this is all contradiction. So where’s your fucking revolution?

It’s alright, we’ll be fine. We don’t have to wait. We’re getting anxious, getting bored. There’s too much on your plate. All our time is wearing thin. It seems that way to me. But we’ll just keep pointing fingers, that’s how we’re brought up to be.

“Now with questions in your face there’s no one to sign the check. Has your agenda been compromised? Well, what did you expect? It’s ok, we’ve got our faith in the man on our TV. How do we control ourselves while we’re begging on our knees?”

Suddenly the world around me goes against the grain. I guess that’s fine. I don’t mind. Keep me entertained. You’re not fooling anyone. It’s textbook I suspect. You’ll find out that it gets stale. It gets old pretty quick.

It’s alright, we’re doing fine. Time is ours to waste. Do I have half the mind to wipe the spit off of my face? Or will I let it linger until the cross the line? Now we’re just pointing fingers, now it’s a victimless crime.

So suddenly the world around you isn’t all that great. Now you start to question every fucking word they say. I know we’re not all victims. I’m starting to believe this is all contradiction.

So where’s your fucking revolution?