general strike.

one by one were bringing fire,
to the streets,
to rid the liar,
of all her filthy repeats.
walking slowly,
talking fast,
those feeling lowly,
are bound to finish last.
we can't take it
raise your fists!
we won't take it
bound our wrists!
because we,
we are the children,
the children of the night
(we are, we arrre)
oh and our moves,
and our shoes
have seen a little
way too much for now.

arm yourself to the teeth
& give yourself up to god.

lately I've been feeling fine,
wasting away most of my time,
spending money and favors,
for the time of my life,
to build up a character,
that can handle the strife.