Futile

You are, we are The vision of truth Can you hear me? Hear my cadence call all through the night We're putting it out there for you The victim, the hunter, the shrew We have become The destruction of masses The parade of ashes For the cause, for the case, for the coup Be free, our own paradise Live free, these are our homes our lives I will grip my tongue and we will say it so fruitful Surrender to the gun We'll empower the hopeful And plead to the rising Sun We're singing the anthem of youth The outcast, the lover, the truth Don't lose sight of The production of power The angle, its hour For the blood, for the pain, for the noose Freedom is the truth Be free, our own paradise Live free, these are our homes our lives Hear my heart, now now let's ride the blues Look into my head, now kick off your shoes Every lick and step that keeps me awake We're on our own so let's move We see with our hearts and third eyes You know there's nothing like a moment we all fantasize Like a lick, like a shred, like a pattern of threads And if these holy notes only stand alone then we're better off dead I'm tearing my eyes out again and again I'm throwing my soul out, three sheets to the wind This quandary in my life, I don't give a shit The futile possess so that we plead the fifth We're all alone, we're red throughout Now break these bones, I'll twist and shout We're out for the kill With the thoughts of the truest of minds Construct, create, conflate Medicate, meditate, contrive Be free, our own paradise Live free, these are our homes our lives The production of power The angle, it's hour You will always be The victim, the hunter, the shrew I'm tearing my eyes out again and again I'm throwing my soul out, three sheets to the wind This quandary in my life, I don't give a shit The futile possess so that we plead the fifth