the big sensitive rebeler. fear of apocalyptic american riots and marshall law. a need for something
else
do speak when i want you to speak
say what i want you to
dream what i want you to dream
well fuck you
ill say what i want to say
ill walk away
of your guns im not afraid
cause death aint a thing to me
i dont wanna play this game
it loses its fun
everyday
people storming the streets in herds
for food and water
for skies full of answers
well scream it out loud
ask every passing cloud
is no body handing nothing out?
will no body give a little?
give a little
no sun will rise for blindfolded eyes
no sun will rise for hordes of tv minds
nazi zombie lies
you know to do what youre told
to stand as one united under the gun
so scream it out loud