if it starts with an explosion do you end it with a bang first the whistles start a blowin then the guilty finally hang there s a storm on the horizon and the waters on the rise we re watching history repeatin with the changin times the figureheads keep talking but they re buried in the sand everyone is pointing fingers everybody plays their hand the fix is in the game is rigged the pawns are polarized you either pick a side or think outside the picket lines i wonder is this a revolution or just mass confusion when every voice is trying to scream the loudest for equality while we argue strategy culture and philosophy people die in city streets all paved with blood and poverty the power s with a chosen few desperations just a tool agents of corruption use to keep the jails and prisons full diamond pockets lined with profits earned from broken lives misled to pledge by one discrimination under god stop the world i wanna get off everything s on fire and it s falling apart so if we can t turn back can we change the course when the fury of the frayed wind blows the preachers sell salvation to the faithful on their knees some prey upon our need and want for something to believe and some have spun the doctrines holy guide toward paradise to justify injustices and centuries of genocide surrender to your temples to your altars or your shrines the weapons used by shepherds so the sheep will keep in line conflicting congregations thinking only of themselves if that s the path to heaven hate to see the road to hell i tell ya they take a vision make religion cause division keep you vacant and complacent and dependent on a system by creating ways to separate utilizing class and race prejudice perpetuates and keeps monopolies in place trickle up or trickle down stack or spread the wealth around someone s hope is runnin out while fortune feeds a bank account empty promise politicians pander to the poor while there s money used for funding phony wars on foreign shores  stop the world i wanna get off cause they re loading up the bullets and they re dropping the bombs the propaganda beats to the narrative drums when the fury of the frayed wind blows the criminals in congress they ain t got no ground to stand they re building walls and borders all around the stolen land a legacy of liberty that s how the story goes but conquerers rewrote the past to suit the status quo so is it institutions or the state of human kind that leads to some exalted over thousands left behind they ll push you to your limit but in turn they ll push their luck cause sleeping giants riot when they ve finally woken up because they re buying your silence with those shiny advertisements they lie and cheat and steal and tax your habits so you ll finance what they hide away behind the scenes cover over underneath population exploitation victimized by vanity faces in a magazine pictures on a pixel screen set a lofty standard that disintegrates your self esteem race to chase a plastic dream red carpets and limousines blinded and distracted by the flashbulbs of celebrity but just beyond the limelight after fame has run its course they ll throw you to the lions while a sold out crowd will roar stop the world i wanna get off cause there s bodies lying breathless bleeding piling up they shook the bottled rage now it s bound to erupt when the fury of the frayed wind blows you can think yourself in circles but the answer s never clear is there safety with surveillance is there freedom without fear unravel and untangle all you thought you understood and question everything until you question why you should we ll change the world with flowers or we ll change the world with guns we ll plant a seed or dig a grave before it s said and done but if we come together all for one and one for all resistance rises up sure as an empire will fall so i ll just work toward the future may it crumble for the better where tyrannical oppressors are just shadows we remember no judgment based on color or your lover or your gender dismantle older models so they can t be reassembled but the day the tables turn your way watch out for a twist of fate careful not to stumble and become the very thing you hate search for something comforting seek out something innocent but you ll never have those eyes that look at life that way again so you can take the high road nothing ventured nothing gained but you fight fire with fire when you re going down in flames stop the world i wanna get off cause we re at each other s throats and now it s choking my heart and we can burn the earth or extinguish the torch when the fury of the frayed wind blows