Denial Correlation - Ghostwritten by K. Marx

We are the working class, the proletariat
We'll never ride upon a golden chariot
We wanted something but we're coming from nothing
They ripped the stuffing from our dream, we had to go and bury it
We've felt this cruel oppression since medieval times
They need to pay for their sadistic, evil crimes
The one solution is severe retribution; a distribution revolution, wait til this upheaval climbs

You will need my help to try
'Cause it's free thyself or die
I've got me, myself, and I
Against a knee-high wealth supply
But we won't back down today
Let's gather around to say
What we feel
'Cause this is real

We're worshipping the clock like a made-up savior
'Cause working without stop is the great old slaver
Are you better off trapped in Plato's Cave or
Scavenging in Locke's primal State of Nature?
They don't know our names but we can't be silenced
Everybody claims to be anti-violence
But that goes up in flames once we plan defiance
And someone finally aims at the fancy tyrants

Politics needs a solid fix
Stand tall and thick like a wall of bricks with balled up fists
Crush all of this into smaller bits
Don't call it quits or be an apologist to the artifice that started this
It's a trap in disguise to capitalize
On the fact that our minds
Are wrapped in their lies
We're zapping like flies
What if we happened to rise
Throw crap in their eyes
Start scrapping all ties
And blacken the skies

Isn't it inhumane when you've been through pain
And they take away every single win you gain so you can't even begin to train
How do you continue sane?
They stole our fire and told us the flames died and became snide
But the ones who made those claims lied
They've got us fighting each other for blame, thinking that the games tied
But we're all on the same side

Calling all ages
This movements contagious and now it's in its liminal stages
These crooks belong in criminal cages
These minimal wages are slim and outrageous
But we won't back down today
Let's gather around to say
What we feel
Cause this is real

(We can go ham, shake me awake, everyone blames the arsonist, try being nice, what I mean
Stay away from me, gimme the microphone, your enemy, paradise)
(Come on, come one, 'cause this is real, I feel like a failure)

Written by:
Kevin Sanderson, Mike Midura

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