Pockets of Resistance

In small pockets of resistance I can justify my existence Can I stop the gears that push the State My heart, it tells me it's not too late But my fear it grips me in an instant So I hide within my pocket of resistance So the clothes have got a new Emperor You ask me to hold my temper The world rejoices with faith and hope The foolish will hang if you give them some rope We've been offered a change, but we asked for much more I'll not hold my breath, I'll get burnt for sure If you cut us, do we not bleed Dumb us down, are we not stupid Terrorise us, do we not placate Divide us, do we not fall You feel sick to the heart, you refuse to take part Throw your body on the gears, on the wheels, on the levers - make it stop