Print

Disenfranchised and disillusioned, no hope in sight Spending eight hours every day on someone else’s fight Tyrannized by circumstance, oppressed and exploited by fate Pinned down By ghosts And straining beneath the weight Powerless and utterly sickened with myriad ills Suffer in silence, file taxes and swallow your pills Don’t resist the illusion, succumb to the rut Yeah, that’s your weekday prison But now’s our time to bleed the rage In this tiny, darkened space We all need, once in a while To spit out all that pent-up bile Your frustration, leave it here By-product of your puppeteer They don’t own you now This is our time to riot Those in command looking down from the upper tier Gaze upon your struggle with an unsympathetic sneer Somehow, the narrative is that the people chose These thugs These ghouls Letras de canciones The architects of our woes Working class a pigpen kept by billionaire scum Waddle on up to the trough, angry and numb Two party system is an unconvincing sleight of hand But they don’t know we know it No, they don’t know we’re ready The pit was our rehearsal And now’s our time to start the war Stop marching to the abattoir Forefathers did not intend What we now scarcely comprehend They think you’re a worker drone That serves them on their fucking throne But they can’t stop us now This is our time to riot Stomp a plutocrat beneath your feet At long last, the cattle seize the axe See the oligarchs reduced to meat Dead by their constituents’ attacks Now’s our time, retaliate To those who would decide your fate Corporations, lobbyists Did not foresee the obvious Disaffected populace A self-fulfilling consequence It’s time It’s time Our time To... Riot! From Letras Mania