Rumble of marching in the distance too late for us to make a stance while we could have stopped it all we were distracted, made not to see the fall the fall of freedom fall of thought and of life now we are stuck in constant painful strife spit on and a radical for questioning anything in a country where we were supposed to everything nothing is sacred in this life we live now instead of changing it, we all just ask how the how was simple, keep our eyes closed keep us drunk and keep us stoned make the lights flash brighter and the songs louder fill our heads with nonsense and make us prouder let us get so distracted in the 'me' that what the powers were doing we wouldnt see humanity has been taken over, no good is left it's the same story from the right or the left could we rise from this meaningless ash of life, lights, girls, booze and hash someday we'll stand pure once more sadly that day will be bleak and poor seeing the track that we're on where will our clarity come from?
