I got no interest I got no reason,
I’m the lost generation out of season,
I cower in the freezin’ cold of labour
Unable to be a dreamer or gazer,
My light is dark and my shadow’s long
And all my priorities are very wrong,
And the dissidents are there and thriving,
In every vote there is one hiding,
Waiting for the straw to break,
Hoping Jack pays for his mistake,
The information nazi’s are out in force,
Feeding us a liar’s discourse,
We can’t demonize the already evil
Or hold them accountable if illegal,
We don’t have freedom to living
And the government tells us when we’re forgiving,
And the afterlife is such sweet release,
Compared to economics swift decrease,
And the blood on the hands of those who stood by
Will paint a picture of hell in the sky
And those who continue to vote for a lie
Will be painted in blood after they die.