Boltcutters

Oh yes we raised our voices

In certain settings

But there ain't no outcry

When we're all on the same page

We speak of distress outside our home

But we are stuck in our routine

Shocked on the outside but did we take it to heart?

We hear of distress outside our homes

While we seek comfort in routine

And the tunnelvision obscures what we can't digest

Some have the right to resign

Some sit back and assess

I long for the day

I long for the day

Some have the right to resign

Some sit back and assess

I long for the day

I long for the day

We know of distress outside our homes

But where's the use in our routine?

Collective regress with no hope

No hope left for change

Make way for boltcutters breaking the fences

And sledgehammers banging on walls

Free the imprisoned and enslaved

That'd be equal rights for all

For all

All

For all

Make way for boltcutters breaking the fences

And sledgehammers banging on walls

Free the imprisoned and enslaved

That'd be equal rights for all

Make way for boltcutters breaking the fences

And sledgehammers banging on walls

Free the imprisoned and enslaved

That'd be equal rights for all

And equal rights for all

Make this fortress fall

Make this fortress fall

Some have the right to resign

Some fuckers lean back and assess

I long for the day

I long for the day

Some have the right to resign

Some fuckers lean back and assess

I long for the day

That the batons of torturers spring back to their fucking face