Rise
Written signed off in the obituary
What happened to us

Where's your anger
Where's your fucking 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 fucking rage
Watered down senses lost

Where's your anger
Where's your fucking rage
Content and corrupted
Contrive and disgusting

Dig a hole it's all over
Forget the words and good intentions
Unless we rise
Rear it down
Rise