People

(See The) People Running
From the People Running
This World of Ours Again

For The People Running
The People's Money
The World is ours Again

The People Standing
Again Demanding
Changes Once Again

The People Running
From the Fires coming
To burn us once again

(See The) People Running
From the People Running
This World of Ours Again

For The People Running
The People's Money
The World's Bizarre Again

The People Standing
Again Demanding
Changes Once Again

The People Running
From the Fire's coming
To burn us once again

A desperate silent show of hands
Acknowledging our lack of plans
The echoes of our arrogance
Bouncing off our picket fence
And only one thing now's for certain
We're on a stage without a curtain
No one there to catch our falls
Scrape your children off the walls

Though time it somehow marches on
We hear the ticking of its bomb
Yet we still refuse to diffuse it
Buy a plastic bag reuse it
So jealous of others present tense
Throw your futures past their fense
Where the grass will always greener grow
Watch close or you'll miss the show

Whether Rocky IV or melting snow
Stay warm around its glow
And slowly drift to a place more certain
There's the stage and there's the curtain
It reminds us of our recent past
Cue the fence and cue the grass
But this ain't recess, our recent reset
Is perfect pretext to place some new bets

(See The) People Running
From the People Running
This World of Ours Again

For The People Running
The People's Money
The World is ours Again

The People Standing
Again Demanding
Changes Once Again

The People Running
From the Fires coming
To burn us once again

(The People Running
From the Fires coming)

The shadows of our former selves
Projected upon empty shelves
Panic in the checkout line
Come too close and pay the fine

They won't stop till they let it burn
We won't stop till we get our turn
No more money left to earn
Just lessons that we never learned

Although it's all just touch and go
I need you more than you'll ever know
Our connections are now more than fleeting
Actions matter not actual meetings

So get up off your defeatist couch
Part your hair, adjust your slouch
You can't be helpless when you're helping
Eat humble pie then another helping

Stronger Together we stop this evil
Stem the tide and Chase that steeple
Fuck the System of endless refills
We'll rise again, Yes we the People!



Credits
Writer(s): Thymn Chase
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