Dave Ware - Pockets of Resistance

In small pockets of resistance
I can justify my existence
Can I stop the gears that push the State
My heart, it tells me it's not too late
But my fear it grips me in an instant
So I hide within my pocket of resistance

So the clothes have got a new Emperor
You ask me to hold my temper
The world rejoices with faith and hope
The foolish will hang if you give them some rope
We've been offered a change, but we asked for much more
I'll not hold my breath, I'll get burnt for sure

If you cut us, do we not bleed
Dumb us down, are we not stupid
Terrorise us, do we not placate
Divide us, do we not fall

You feel sick to the heart, you refuse to take part
Throw your body on the gears, on the wheels, on the levers - make it stop

Written by:
Dave Ware

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