Note to Self

[Chris Hannah]
No-fly list. No-drive list. No-walk list. No-talk list
No muckraking journalist left to take stock of
The wholesale omission of outside perspectives
How does it make you feel to know that you voted for this?

Fuck this

So much for your hopes and your dreams and your children
You just sat there believing in this bullshit system
Just wishing the mob would magically come to its senses
How does it make you feel to know you just stood by and watched it?
Dazed. Numb. Powerless. Stunned
While we frantically click our heels, already home

The bands. The sports. The booze. It's all that’s left of you
When the cops and the courts refuse
To confess the sins of the few
What is there left to do?

The answer's there right before your eyes

Rise