Prog Reactors - Hit the Switch

State sponsored violence in the city streets

Resounding passive ripened docility

Just waiting for the world to end

So they can die in peace

What a beautiful gift received

The righteous throne bakes daily bread

For mass submissions decorated

First world self involved oblique oppressions

Of more imploding dismal apathies

I stopped to notice you

And you saw my emptiness

I couldn’t tell

If I remembered once a presence felt

Excuse the rage

It’s not a part of who I am

But part of what we’ve all become

I know it’s wrong

And I still share the blame

Our rendered shame has born a callousness in me

The victims made invisible or villainized remain unseen

Atrocities endured by innocent remain unspoken of

By privileged fucks exploiting influence

A stark revealing nature of the path

A model systematically in place

On our own huddled mass denial

Appalling is to leave this remanence of design

There’s nothing left to break