Propagate

I am disheartened by brothers taking advantage of sisters I am disheartened by sky-fathers who leave faith bruised and blistered I bother not with taking risks for the sake of capital When I blow you a kiss, you eviscerate me like an animal Wake up I bow not to kings who care only for frivolous things And close their eyes to suffering and unsustainability I'd rather not educate if my words are used to propagate system that's dead So, tie my hands, and cut off my head Wake up No bees to sting, the kids in the choir won't sing They're watching a bloodstained TV We never stop running A muscle car drives away from a baby who cries Because it fights to stay alive Who's gonna stop the constant running