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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

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