The ribbon

The rhythm

The race

We fall

We crawl

We pace

A cry of the babes

The whimpering waves

We crawl in the graves

Of the rights that we waive

There is no hiding from it

The barbaric veracity

Of their savage voracity

We wail ‘The audacity!’

When they grind our time

Into dust and coin

Just as they wished

And hoard in their stores

Fuck the grace

Fuck the fortune

Fuck the memory

And the distortion

Rise from your coma

The bleeding torture

The monotonous droll

A stranglehold

The spluttering engine

With endless profits

The rising investments

Tear the fabric

Drain the magic

Of our true nature

We long to be free

We long for the trees

We long to just breathe

We long to just be

Please, just let us be