Note To Self - Propagandhi

No-fly list.

No-drive list.

No-walk list.

No-talk list

No muckraking journalist left to take stock of

The wholesale omission of outside perspectives

How does it make you feel to know that you voted for this?

Fuck this

So much for your hopes and your dreams and your children

You just sat there believing in this bullshit system

Just wishing the mob would magically come to its senses

How does it make you feel to know you just stood by and watched it?

Dazed.

Numb.

Powerless.

Stunned

While we frantically click our heels, already home

The bands.

The sports.

The booze.

It’s all that’s left of you

When the cops and the courts refuse

To confess the sins of the few

What is there left to do?

The answer’s there right before your eyes

Rise