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We bash our heads against the fucking walls
Convinced we make a difference
When instead, we're manipulated advocates
For corporate servants, centrists, and fucking billionaire apologists
As the vessels for a cultural shift
That condemns this superficial view of violence
In favor of the same old bullshit
So those selfish fucks can turn a profit

It's just shit talk, photo ops
Workshopped talking points and no actual traction

We drag brushes through blood to paint picket signs
With slogans that maximize retweets and likes
Convenient, artistic, self-important efforts to validate our inaction
Then, we retreat to our privilege when the stakes get too high
And nothing changing is the safe compromise
That only ensures the safety of tainted allies

The wolves in sheep's clothing with wool we pull over our eyes

And at the end of yet another day
Our ideals get tucked away with our lock screens
Broken and tired you find comfort in knowing
That the system you oppose will carry on