As we organize, agitate, and resist,
Acting with breathless, unrestrained passion,
We clip the strings below the puppet master,
And watch the wooden figurine collapse at our feet.
We will not go gently into that good night,
Though, the night has been less than good to us.
A learned man once professed,
Call me inhuman, I refuse to embrace
A state of despair in a state that could stand
To relate and repair.
If a heart is bleeding, cauterize it.
United we Stand?
Divided we Demand and Revolt.
Divided we will thrive and strive for a
The Living Environment, who care more about
Individual material accomplishment
Disintegrate from all the hate in their
Healing will take a lifetime,
We have no choice, the blood will spatter.
No matter how dilapidated the staircase.
Put on your fucking dancing shoes,
For the night will be long, dark, and