Hear the preachers from the pulpits of power spin the lies   They sell give the youth our rage inna society built on   Distraction holy material excess strengthen the bars on our cage   Instigate awake, overcome mistake, are we gonna break?   Steal back the truths they take. Pretty chains of hate.   What the system make. At war frrom once without and now within   We're all trying to reach beyond the plastic truths of our   Nation soiled by miscircumstance soiled by miscarriage of   Justice beyond the truths of a television lie the rot and   Myopia of this self-consuming utopia   Youth enrage   Breaking the tide over our shoulders and out into the children   Of a justice-starved world to win above the mockeries of   Patroitism the flags flying under the billboards are the   Blind spots in our eyes   The comfort of the boss's hands around our hearts around these   Lands the morals of paper; where it stood and where we'll   Stand tonight. A world to win. Tonight.   Now we're all working in our hearts in our dreams to change   Our state tear our seams and choose our new destinies much   More than this: what we could hold in our hands.