Wishing I could sing about Social revolution, but the Words that come out keep describing Displacement and exclusion At the hands of selfish pricks Under the spell of growing numbers Closed-off frameworks of politics Manufactured consent, The world it depicts, one of War, chaos and pain Held together by your masters Intervention Wealthy Philantropes charity events And their combined Divine retribution Now there is so much to talk about Like mutual aid, consent, Or community structures Or a chance meeting of a brick With the head of a cop Or a yuppie prick Fluctuation between love and hate For these streets and corners Their live and disorder And on the flip side How they've been shaped When the burning eyes of Cistem and state Saw in the growth of culture And solidarity A red X on a blueprint treasure map A plan that rejects Familiarity Or sincerety, all that's left perhaps Is to entwine love and outrage Always malign Master and cage Streets of grey and Glass reflections Blinding light and screens At each intersection The ever creeping Clean and cleansed perfection Keeps instilling fear Necessitating action But ever in the defensive Ever in reaction Constant distraction From a comprehensive Community organisation Counteroffensive Now there is so much to talk about Like mutual aid, consent, Or community structures Or a chance meeting of a brick With the head of a cop Or a yuppie prick

They're building luxury boxes To store the yuppie scum No park, no living Space is safe No meadow won't be concrete paved No culture shall survive that don't give In to be commercialized Glass walls, fences, isolation Generalized criminalization Construct the foundation Of the city only for the ones At the top of chains of exploitation Jump the fences, break the chains! Don't let ourselves be entertained By short-lived comforts and GRIFTERS LIES On stage and screen, all still retain Routine and alienation Social order and exclusion Keep us apart, and from creating Spaces of care, community and struggle The flood of wall, chains and fences Leaves in its wake only those spaces Governed by rulesets and jury selection Trained on bourgie values, and Trained on detecting every cog that's not round or Going in a wrong direction Cause if we fucking doo With enough misfits, queers and loosers Colonized, abused and users We'll build up the pressure to break the screws that Keeps us caged AND IN PLACE And by screws I mean as much The bank around the corner, or your Local politician, the cops station down the street As the connections in our brains, the ideas in our thoughts and words That appropriate, and falsely judge That discard and show disgust That keep hierarchies and social order up