Why’d you put the spike strip on the ground outside your door,
Why’d you put the spikes there,
You drive away the homeless but you profit off the poor,
And soon they’re gonna realise,
These bricks weren’t made for smashing glass,
But that’s just what they’ll do,
You benefit from suffering,
But then you play the victim,
You try to shape the narrative,
Where you’re always the victim,
But try shutting down the discourse,
When that’s all that we have left,
It’s easier than ever now,
To radicalise the youth,
Instead of teaching them to hate,
We’re just telling them the truth,
That the ruling class is unprepared,
To provide them a life they choose,
Your propaganda only works on those who have been sheltered,
And that number is dwindling,
You’re failing to placate the ones with wool over their eyes,
And that’ll be your downfall,
You’re running out of scapegoats,
Now you’re scapegoating your own,
Just because you’re not ahead it doesn’t mean you’ve lost,
In fact you might experience the opposite,
Unity, camaraderie, and friendship have no cost,
And power makes you eremitic,
Truth is I don’t really care if you think it’s okay,
Revolution’s coming pal, no matter what you say