Revolution

The American Dream was never as it seems It kills the change that we were dared to dream The American Dream brings us to our knees But they're taking the most from the people of need Don't be deceived by the fiction received Because they aren't really the oppressed and diseased The violence in silence is unsettling We're getting a hell of a lot closer to the day of reckoning Revolution To the system I'm a slave and a prisoner To the judge the jury and the executioner Present curriculum needs to overcome From parties of people with disposable incomes The chaos we've caused for some gasoline Gets completely forgotten as we feed the War Machine Playing with lives always gets bloody In a system where the number one is always the money Revolution Time for a mother fucking movement Bring it through the other way Revolution Time for a mother fucking movement