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Tonight I sat alone on the steps and stared into the blank sky; stars cloaked by smog, the poison of our own. |
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And as the bitter air bit down |
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I held my breath and thought of all the others on their backs. |
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How do you organize resistance against something that's not even there(but still killing you)? |
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Dirt covered fists screaming indignantly, midigate to out turned palms pleading admittedly. |
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Raping people of their hope and the sky of all its stars. |
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They're dying at your feet but 'who cares who they are.' (right?) |
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There's no place like home. "It's like filling an empty glass from an empty bottle." and it's stricken by rigor mortis with your hand on the throttle. |
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Grasping at a chance through a wall of austerity and a fence of police enforced by democratic vulgarity. |
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Two percent controlling the power; controlling yo, controlling me, controling the borders of democracy. |
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So it's you, and it's me and we're up against a fence, control or be controlled by only two percent. |
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So it's you, and it's me and we're up against a fence, control or be controlled, because only we can set us free. |
