Maintain the Subversion

Return from war, managed, with no blood, on my hands

Ten years of battle, in forbidden lands, according to plan

No vitriol or desire, refusing to cower, no more trance

Never stole the fire, because the ivory tower has none

Left breadcrumbs, never lost sight, of where I am from

Find love, when you finally stopped searching

Gathering my strength, maintain the subversion

My shirt is stained red and my hand is open

I can breathe a little, but I’m still choking

Capitalist zombies, walking dead, we’re still broken

Dark comedy, no one is what they want to be

What is wrong with me, callous fallacies?

I never ever, supported the government

Don’t believe in gods, or anything heaven sent

Disgusted by Hollywood, and the fake world they make

This reality is lewd, profits, the only thing we can create

Don’t listen to the radio, or drink Pinot on cedar patios

Feet in the barrio, desensitized, but yet I still feel
Don’t own a television, not participating is my real