letra de misled youth - turn and run
i am a product of this generation
no love, no hope, no salvation
i am a product of this generation
no job, no home, no salvation
we all have intricacies, we all have fatal flaws
but they’ll keep picking and picking until we are no more
we won’t just turn away, no we won’t run and hide
we’ll stand our ground and if we need to, we’ll prepare to fight
i won’t be washed away like dirt in the gutter
i won’t be pushed, i won’t be fooled
i won’t be told that i’m utterly useless because i can’t find my way
because i don’t agree with propaganda that you spray over us like we’re your crops
we’re the seeds that you sew, or hope to, you just don’t know
it doesn’t seem to be working, there seems to be unrest
the early tremors of an earthquake that will reach plus 10 but on another scale
these words will hit, in the cracks of the hearts of the poor and the weak
the “uneducated” that you failed to rule are rising up in numbers far too great for you to control
what do you have to say? speak up ‘cuz i can’t hear
the voice of millions is too strong for your weary ears
you left it too late, now the ball is rolling
gathering the momentum in places you have no control in
why don’t you give it up?
employ a new tactic, show the people you rule that your love is emphatic
show that you really care and you’ll look out for their first interest
build a whole new world, one without constant subtext
where you say what you mean and what you feel to be right
where the gr-ss is green no matter what side you fight
where the gr-ss is green on both sides of the fence
let’s try and stop this war before life as we know it will end
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