Hear the preachers from the pulpits of power spin the lies They sell give the youth our rage inna society built on Distraction holy material excess strengthen the bars on our cage Instigate awake, overcome mistake, are we gonna break? Steal back the truths they take. Pretty chains of hate. What the system make. At war frrom once without and now within We're all trying to reach beyond the plastic truths of our Nation soiled by miscircumstance soiled by miscarriage of Justice beyond the truths of a television lie the rot and Myopia of this self-consuming utopia Youth enrage Breaking the tide over our shoulders and out into the children Of a justice-starved world to win above the mockeries of Patroitism the flags flying under the billboards are the Blind spots in our eyes The comfort of the boss's hands around our hearts around these Lands the morals of paper; where it stood and where we'll Stand tonight. A world to win. Tonight. Now we're all working in our hearts in our dreams to change Our state tear our seams and choose our new destinies much More than this: what we could hold in our hands.