Sitting in a throne observing blurred masses
Create a distraction before it all collapses
Those crystals on the wall seem completely fogged
It feels so cold our consciousness feels morbidly clogged
In here reality has taken a shift
No matter how hard they fought
Our cynical plan will keep them distraught
Out here reality has taken a shift
The young ones are planning a shift
Compliant, yet undoubtably astute
Aware of the power contrived by the brute
The sun burns us all, it feels warm and hot
We will march along and by their necks tie the knot
Those windows hide the cowards in suits
They don’t realize their pesticides only fortify the fruits
And the injustice waters the roots
The youth will not be ruled by fear
We’ll fight; face to face and endure any tear... gas
Any goblin in uniform who dare threaten us with their bats
Power, poise, and precision
Patience is currently under extinction