You wake up on your soapbox at the crack of dawn to stick it to the man who’s in charge of everything that you can’t quite understand.

When the anger wells inside of you,

just make sure that you know where it’s directed to.

Well you argued it a thousand times and you never change.

You claim they’re thinking with their wallets, not their pain.

In a world that you created, you sleep inside a crater of your mind.

And I say, “Why don’t we think about what we’re doing to each other?”

See, you’ve been living a joke trying to act like we’re protecting ourselves.

See, you’ve been living a joke… trying to act like…

There’s nothing wrong in the scheme of things, well, ‘scheme’ is the operative word.

We used to load our guns in a minute. Before the minute was up, they’d learn.

But now we run to hills, but in the hills we seek no refuge.

We can’t hide from the scope of their corruption.

We can’t hide from the bullet shells.

And I say, “Why don’t we think about what we’re doing to each other?”

“Why don’t we think about…”