Up in arms

At the ones with the planet in their hands

Down with the voice

That drowns out the cries for help

Like an axe to television

It’s time for a societial incision

Rise up

And take back the night

Take back the power

Now is the final hour

It’s your right to take the fight

To the doorstep of your leader

For they are decievers

Bought and sold

Like mutant vegetables

They must represent the people

Or a changing of the guard