Strike Anywhere

We are not the images we see
I refuse to
follow the fashion to its end
hypocrisy
is killing me
on the rights of your wealth
I disagree
this puppets culture scars our tongues
with what's unsung
but we're not finished
we're not done
illusions of their fucking progress
are always fed to us
but innocence can rise again
redemption
a healing trust
from the depths of their false dreams
rebuilding, rebuilding
nothing for their war
nothing anymore
are we all guilty?
are we all guilty?
the greed inside me
waiting for our share
stand up now
rebuilding
nothing for their war
nothing anymore
we're all addicted born
with desperation, scorn
for hopes and dreams to mourn