It seems that the fight was already won—
All passion is done.
They still conquer and oppress,
But now we just recess.

We all know something must be done,
But will we ever change?
Will we ever awaken from the trance
For long enough to reengage?

We would rather not wake up,
Because massacre
Has replaced breakfast
In the morning.

It seems that the media is just radio static—
Turn the dial and headlines come in and out of tune.
The rest is noise, but that's how some like to have it.
The nonsense and noise are just charismatic.

So radicalize yourself to simply speak.
Smash that radio and become one of the first
To wander into the streets.
You'll see, these streets are where people once protested.

But darling, you must first wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Get up and go.

Go scream at the top of your weak lungs as you run.
Cut through the static with your own kind of rebellion.
Your efforts and those of the others are all that we have,
But they will surely part the static sea.

Change will come eventually.
On what side of history will you be?