This your chance, for change,
every single second on the you spend could be your last, so hey
Re-consider this minute, and choose a humble path to blaze,
Break free from the system of domination, smash the chains, combat the hate
Liberate! Remove the shackles from your hands and brains

Upon the moutaintop I had a chance to gaze
At the horizon and, yes, you bet the glance has stayed with me
Cuz I saw a future with no class or caste
No privledge based on sexuality, gender, cash or race

We must organize if we want more than to grasp or taste
This brighter day, yes because the brutal fact remains
That the corporate elite and the politicians stand to gain
Far too much from a world of masquerades

Upon this realization, my task became
Right then to build resistance, right then to pass the flame
No not like the olympics, more like a masked brigade
At the palace ready crash the gates

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I just want to riot
We just wanna riot

Tear gas in the air
Fuck the police state's fear (fear! fear!
Aww don't be scared, say it

I just wanna riot

We need act for change on every front of oppression, this war we have to wage
Or at least I am gonna 'til the day, no the second my casket lays
Six feet under, but if you want to see me dead, you're gone have to wait
And when I do pass, that's more fuel to the fire that they can't contain

Cuz chances are I'll get locked or they'll assassinate
Me, but that's why we're here to clash and rage
Against the machine that plans to take our planet make our grandest plains
Sand and waste if we do not make a stand today, x

There's not gonna be a tomorrow, don't just act sedate
The whole globe could easily be a massive grave
Somehow we need to activate other captive slaves agitate
get 'em mad to say it's about time we crack the safe

you can call me crazy, well I am insane
But can you blame a combination of acid rain, aspartame, fashion pages
But I plan to shine, you can either bask in rays
Or join this ish and realize

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[Phillip Morris}
Your killing my buzz with all this politics...

So how the fuck can Phillip Mo retain his faith in the system
This euphemistic, when the slave camps are labeled as prisons
And when the information that's given is tainted and twisted
By the heartless, they target educated decisions like marksmen

So we're raising arms fists and picket signs to match
& fight for human rights, we carry lanterns with a mic attached
Focus groups began with advertising,
Then it got involved within the dollars spent on politics, is that surprising?

Your campaign is a fucking commercial, I'm not fooled
You got strings attached to your back and it's not cool
These monsters have murdered the landscape
And proceed to blow her top off, a damn shame

The recipe is seasoned, but I swear you motherfuckers shouldn't grab a plate
Although it's harder to swallow I would rather taste
The truth is the rawest food, pursue effective revolution
There is need to procrastinate

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