Lirieke: Ensign. The Price Of Progression. Foot In Mouth As An Artform.

Your revolution is a joke
A placebo for the people
Cliches keep them subdued
Rhetoric from days gone by to generate revenue
What can you hope to gain fighting wars through fantasy
Pull the wool from your eyes and place it before mine

Don't believe the things you read
Question everything you're told
There is no revolution listening to your stereo

Sitting on your couch watching TV
Do you find comfort in your complacency

Don'r believe the things you read
Question everything you're told
You only see what they let you see

I want to watch it burn
This world you've built on lies
It builds up hate inside my mind

When you say you see my side
You say you see it's all a lie
You say you see but you never do
You never do

This isn't what it's meant to be
And I know I can only fight this for so long
Before I'm silent