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Paper warfare in my face
Is a bad omen these days
My stale cigarettes
Smoke haze in my eyes
They never stray from the herd
When they charge by the word
Hopeful interjection will get you nowhere
They give the supermarket stare
Their response is laissez faire
Do they talk starvation in your economics class
They label you an alarmist
Cause you protest the clinched fist
And see a desperate situation for the progress of the poor

Spirits fall as batons rise up
The weapons budget didn't get cut
What clever wordplay you have
Better to speak lies, my lad
Blind them with the truth
And the lap dogs won't snap back
I know we share in the guilt
For the paper shelters we built
We've been blinded by the fears that we've become illiterate
It's a glass slipper that doesn't slip
A square peg that doesn't fit
Your righteous indignation prepackaged postage paid
Hope for a tepid response at best
As per your silent request
See a desperate demonstration as you digress from the point

Spirits fall as batons rise up
Weapons budget didn't get cut
But my hands did
Blood stained pavement

They're asking us to die for something
While asking us to live for nothing
How is this world so proud
Mistakes allowed
No lessons learned as we keep on bowing out
They're asking us to die for something
While asking us to live for nothing
How is this world so proud
Mistakes allowed
No lessons learned as we keep on bowing out
No lessons learned as we keep bowing out