Rise Written signed off in the obituary What happened to us? Where's your anger? Where's your f****** rage? Watered down senses lost
Lazy privileged denial and self gratified A tradition passed down to our blood stained hands
Give in, give up
Contented to strive for new worthless slogans We miss our potential for action and substance Contended to lie in our boring vomit Suggesting arrangements while others are dying
Stand up, fight back
How many starving millions Have to die on our front doorsteps? How many dying millions Have to crawl to our front doorsteps?
Where's your anger? Where's your f****** rage? Watered down senses lost Where's your anger? Where's your f****** rage?
Content and corrupted, contrive and disgusting Dig a hole, it's all over, forget the words And good intentions unless we rise Tear it down, rise