To the bone we're told and we'll discover what makes us whole, a strange fetish they've got us craving

There's no time to question it at all, to change the words atop the gates, was the choice ever not an illusion?

A few more years, you'll be set free

Life committed, you'll be set free

Can my actions at least be used for good

But I'm ungrateful, utopian, not living in reality

When did it become radical to strive for something more than survival for all beings

Do you ever wonder why they monopolised violence

Nothing is gained through negotiation; how it's always been

These ideas are very dangerous things

Their way of life is not to serve us

We can defy, in great numbers our rise couldn't be hampered

Without the looming threats they've put on us in their attempts to encumber

When we enter our dawn we can only regret our own lack of intention

The seasons wasted, paralysed by hope alone, naively expectant of change