Lletres: Boy Sets Fire. After The Eulogy. After the Eulogy.

Rise
Written signed off in the obituary
What happened to us?
Where's your anger? Where's your fucking rage?
Watered down senses lost

Lazy privileged denial and self gratified
A tradition passed down to our blood stained hands

Give in, give up

Contented to strive for new worthless slogans
We miss our potential for action and substance
Contended to lie in our boring vomit
Suggesting arrangements while others are dying

Stand up, fight back

How many starving millions
Have to die on our front doorsteps?
How many dying millions
Have to crawl to our front doorsteps?

Where's your anger? Where's your fucking rage?
Watered down senses lost
Where's your anger? Where's your fucking rage?

Content and corrupted, contrive and disgusting
Dig a hole, it's all over, forget the words
And good intentions unless we rise
Tear it down, rise