[Verse 1: Rico Sisney]
First off, I should mention the road to our complacence was
Paved in good intentions
We stayed pushing and inching our way towards a vision
Where things were a little different
We were feeling it coming but then it didn't
Did our work really matter?
Important discourse or more worthless chatter?
That depends on who's interpreting data
Solidarity-till they got our herd to scatter
Almost forgot I heard this guy the other day
Say by the time I got his age it'd be obvious nothing changes
"Once the pages of history begin to read the same as the
Front pages."
I said, "that's just one way to look at it.”
Look how they remember us
Historian coroner's dismember what we thought was never
Dead like it was just a phase
Not a phasing out of antiquated ways when our generation
Shouted what they'd been afraid to say
He said, “Let's go to war!”
Might as well have said there's no hope--
Sufi snaps selfie
Dalai Lama yelling, “YOLO”
Uh oh... wards back thing's every
Seems scary like whirlwinds 9th ward new Orleans
New world Order new war when the war ends
"Who was that for? who made the fortune?"
"They stay anonymous like 4chan"
"Fortunately we moved forward."
"Forecast says it's over stay home."
[Verse 2: Cole Degenova]
Well, we've heard it all before now
Fighting battles in the streets, shouting war
Politicians and police they say
“Go on home, things don't change”
But they remember in the ghetto streets
They remember in the cla**rooms of the rich
They remember out in Naperville
When history is calling you, you better know its name