The sum of your parts is a division of a whole
Involuntary catharsis of the soul
Binging and purging to reach an unwelcome goal
So you stumble through life and you get what you can
And if you want more you get unsympathetic men
Telling you you're not good enough to be like them
While the system maintains and perpetuates itself
To the fullest extent of the law
That it makes up as it goes along
And the sirens sing the song of authority corrupts
To the next unknowing victim of a swat team bust
Their career choices are the ones that govern us
The society, that we create, is everybody’s fault
The people you elect, to control your life, don’t know who you are at all
Without their empathy, how can you expect, anything to change
But if you know the truth and still give up, then you're guilty…
I was lost in America to be found again
By a quasi-culture of rebellion
Where hype is mightier than both the sword and the pen
Because whatever clever revolution you devise
The t-shirt industry will capitalize
Until what was meant and felt is impossible to recognize
There’s a place in time somewhere out there
There’s a deeper root hidden below our hair
A blindfold that subversion could never tear
There’s a message beyond a gun in a hand
That no politician will ever understand
Yet comprehension is not required to rule this land
The society, that we create, is everybody’s fault
The people you elect, to control your life, don’t know who you are at all
Without their empathy, how can you expect, anything to change
But if you know the truth and still give up, then you're guilty all the same
So is the only option left not to participate
And how is that different from giving up
Everything is corrupt
It’s all fucked
The system maintains and perpetuates
When the fuel for the fire is the mental state
That the people in power are doomed to create
Because the burden of proof is on them
The lives of constituents are earned and spent
As knives are sharpened on the pillars of the government
Because the only weapons they left us with
Are pressed against our heads
It’s in the neon light that says Jesus saves
It’s in the campaign signs next to roadside graves
It’s in the way we look it’s in the way we think
It’s in the orders that we gave
It’s in the electric power, when you turn it on
It’s in the reason you keep fighting when you know you're wrong
It’s in your favorite lyric
In your favorite song…
So this, is a song, for the coming re-election
While behind closed doors the future is under production
Don’t shut anything out because of what you stand behind
And if you're not affected by what you see… then you might as well be blind
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