Our Time to Riot

Disenfranchised and disillusioned, no hope in sight
 Spending eight hours every day on someone else's fight
 Tyrannized by circumstance, oppressed and exploited by fate
 Pinned down
 By ghosts
 And straining beneath the weight
 Powerless and utterly sickened with myriad ills
 Suffer in silence, file taxes and swallow your pills
 Don't resist the illusion, succumb to the rut
 Yeah, that's your weekday prison... but
 Now's our time to bleed the rage
 In this tiny, darkened space
 We all need, once in a while
 To spit out all that pent-up bile
 Your frustration, leave it here
 By-product of your puppeteer
 They don't own you now
 This is our time to riot
 Those in command looking down from the upper tier
 Gaze upon your struggle with an unsympathetic sneer
 Somehow, the narrative is that the people chose
 These thugs
 These ghouls
 The architects of our woes
 Working class a pigpen kept by billionaire scum
 Waddle on up to the trough, angry and numb
 Two party system is an unconvincing sleight of hand
 But they don't know we know it
 No, they don't know we're ready
 The pit was our rehearsal and
 Now's our time to start the war
 Stop marching to the abattoir
 Forefathers did not intend
 What we now scarcely comprehend
 They think you're a worker drone
 That serves them on their fucking throne
 But they can't stop us now
 This is our time to riot
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 Stomp a plutocrat beneath your feet
 At long last, the cattle seize the axe
 See the oligarchs reduced to meat
 Dead by their constituents' attacks
 Now's our time, retaliate
 To those who would decide your fate
 Corporations, lobbyists
 Did not foresee the obvious
 Disaffected populace
 A self-fulfilling consequence
 It's time
 It's time
 Our time
 To
 Riot!
 Go!