i can still remember times of prosperity while staring clear eyed with broad strokes of promise we coloured highlights of our future and something we ll never get until we look back with sincere regret is our american dream subject to collapse beneath their density and we ll break before we bend with tomorrow as yet undetermined you can write your congressmen and take your grievences to the highest level to achieve a common end to serve the bourgeois the laissez faire citizens duty bound so we play our part if you kill the brain then you ll stop the heart and we foster the illusion of a democratic archetype can we forge hope from this devastation and bring about participation to stem the apathetic tide now poised to wash us all away and we break before we bend with tomorrow as yet undetermined we achieve such selfish ends till we concern ourselves with the plight of others you can write your congressmen and fucking spit in the wind for all the good it ll do you friend we haven t got the luxury of neutral oberservation cause when its said and done we stand or fall as one and though the situations grave i think its worth the risk to save this notion of the free and the asylum of the brave