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