Hear the preachers from the pulpits of power spin the lies

They sell give the youth our rage inna society built on

Distraction holy material excess strengthen the bars on our cage

Instigate awake, overcome mistake, are we gonna break?

Steal back the truths they take. Pretty chains of hate.

What the system make. At war frrom once without and now within

We're all trying to reach beyond the plastic truths of our

Nation soiled by miscircumstance soiled by miscarriage of

Justice beyond the truths of a television lie the rot and

Myopia of this self-consuming utopia

Youth enrage

Breaking the tide over our shoulders and out into the children

Of a justice-starved world to win above the mockeries of

Patroitism the flags flying under the billboards are the

Blind spots in our eyes

The comfort of the boss's hands around our hearts around these

Lands the morals of paper; where it stood and where we'll

Stand tonight. A world to win. Tonight.

Now we're all working in our hearts in our dreams to change

Our state tear our seams and choose our new destinies much

More than this: what we could hold in our hands.