Viva La Revolucion

There is no opium more powerful

Than complacency, deity, hope, or lack thereof.

There’s no Noose

Tied too loose.

No escape from the grip.

Under the iron fist, you will choose.

Do you accept your fate?

Be grateful for what’s on your plate?

Should you choose to retaliate,

You’ll spend eternity.

We’ll die a million times over hoping

That we could find a way out of this war.

We’ll die a million times fighting anyway,

You start to wonder what you’re dying for.

So if we die a million times no matter what we choose

I say “Viva La Revolución.”

If we don’t claim the win,

At least we’ll even out the score.

There is no savior or manifesto

That will empty the gallows of threat to the throne.

There’s no answer.

There’s no prophet.

And if you don’t stand up,

There is no way to stop it.

We’ll only ever unify

When we accept we have to try.

Should you choose to retaliate,

You’ll have to make peace with defeat.

Go

Take the streets.

Make a scene.

Make them bleed.

We’ll die a million times over hoping

That we could find a way out of this war.

We’ll die a million times fighting anyway,

You start to wonder what you’re dying for.

So if we die a million times no matter what we choose

I say “Viva La Revolución.”

If we don’t claim the win,

At least we’ll even out the score.

But if by some miracle we do,

Bring them to the

Floor.

Full demolition. Fuck your inhibitions.

Trade in your what-about-isms for fucking ammunition.

Will you toughen up?

Will you face it?

Will you stand

When it becomes the difference

Between life

And death?