turning into misfits all kind of sinful tricks
public enemy number ones, misfits
children handling guns, before the sums
before the bubble gums, public enemy number ones
they talk of their neighbor and petulant behavior
they talk of danger, a savior! This government gossip
is a trick, a twisted politic with a tangled logic
you try not to slip or drown but you’re like a brick
It’s a trick like magic but they believe us to be thick
Please, don’t slip!
covered in a blanket that’s branded corrupted
written on a forehead and you believe what’s said
I’m dying, dead!
this conversation coloured red, this dread, this anger
this hate, I can’t leave it to fate
this one’s for the spoken it’s a token of admiration
It’s a token for believing and realization
cash it in and get the glasses that recognize fascists!
you’re not blind anymore and its red raw, dropped jaw
people asleep on cold concrete floors, damn raw and hungry
It’s real- it hurts me, it’s deeper than poverty
like the deep sea that’s soon to swallow the majority
this earth, this land, these people are real and they are too hot
these chemicals, this air rot and it doesn’t stop!
these trees, these leaves, we are to them a disease
though it doesn’t have to be, join in and plant a tree
I have no code of conduct, no nonsense, no culture problem
no disrespect for religion, no system, no specification
no particular colour just love for another
no discrimination or radicalization
just a good enough reason
for you to still believe in.