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About those who are not Poor without hope. And The betrayal runs deep Youth In its garment of Tight-fitting skin Discovers, decorates And observes It admires itself Deserves and Requires others To admire itself And romance Awakens dancing the Now of the night away To the big-hard-sound Of its own independence And full they are With themselves And desire And each other And the future And of the future they are Wanting everything All at once In fast forward Ln fast forward Their mommys And daddys play Spend, waste, trade Gamble They be biting tomorrow In broad daylight away Systematically selling out Every implicit, heritable Ecological right As if they had the right On a guess Of yes or no Life and death Wait in the balance Making concessions Of rectification On, a diminished scale In order to sustain The better way of living Chorus: You gonna fool Yourself cause you think it's cool You gonna dig Yourself cause you think it's hip You gonna ride Yourself cause you think it's swift You gonna hurt Yourself cause you think it's hard Elect yourself Select Collect yourself Connect Protect yourself And brand new brains Distain But remain Behind designed Realities Parade their convoluted Emotions, presumptions And trad-attitudes Along the capitalistic Avenue of affluence Among the negated Neighbourhoods of their Biological brothers And sisters The what or why You do or do not have Can or cannot buy Is your identity The fundamental Social relevance If each anxiety Reacts to its own Subjective reality Still some must be Willing to take less In order that others May also have those Certain inalienable Rights An ordinary, mandatory Involvement with money Vetos the natural Civil possibilities Each generation grows up And turns their remarkable Marketable youth into Sold out sold to older At a younger age Innocence and enthusiasm Are prime targets And commodities A complacent Deliberated-desperateness Insideous Like an endemic disease Spreads among Representatives, advocates Of the language of image Who communicate The gospel of image In a visual protest era With an exponentiel need To have not forgotten How to feel real About being angry -repeat chorus- Grass grows Singing green between The cracks of the dead Paved-grey city A trees urge to live Takes root on the small ledge Between the stories Of a crumbling building On the streets The body, the rap, the beat Celebrate perpetual life And a new language Arises again out of De-o-repression Dangerous And glorious Lt speaks of freedom Anonymously On the canvas of the city The personal revolution Defines its fight Its expression Its weapon And guns shoot colours Like a sacred scripture A cry from the heart Trains scream "It's not an obscenity To be free Lt is a devine right." And walls shout eloquently "What fools we are To fall so far From the truth." -repeat chorus- Hope Is the expectation Of positive personal control Over the factors That govern our lives The compulsion When self-destruction Or truculent Visiogenic revolution As therapeutic outrage Is the only possible Effective option And tho it is real time And true, true That we are intrinsicly Intimately Alone inside our Own insistent skins Within a selective Hypocritical, unscroupulous Negligent Rotten to the core system That perpetuates The acceptable lie Even tho everyone Knows the truth (because a society Benefits from it) The moment you Relinquish responsibilty You truly Become a victim And the sentiment You'll feel for everything That could have been If it would have been Wil be the last Indication of Hope -repeat chorus- Most people Surrender their responsibility To government, management Christ, family, reality Settle, succumb To cry over their Battlefields in the Sweet-comfortable-sourness Of acceptable dissolutionment Move At the speed of Social approval When nothing changes But appropriate appearance Altering to what's amusing For chose who can afford it The rest remaining The dispensating same The dillettantis skilI "is agility, flexibllity " And that it's important To be seen To be frivolously bored First The martyrs go on bearing The pain of tearing The lies from their eyes Glaring at the Intolerable truth, because Besides lobotomy There is no other Possible way to continue -repeat chorus- The more science the more Sentiment to compensate For the sense of loss Of a healthy, hopeful Humanity Church Is like a giant Slot machine 3 in 1 You get salvation But the cross Maintains its popularity Because it is a familiar And instantly understood Image Of many uses A traditional excuse And history Repeats its history As the quality of life Of one individual Or people Is still sacrificed For the sake of another And it's unchristlike But very christian An ideal is an ideal As long as it remains A fantasy And the tragedy is The original purpose And intention has proved To be impracticable Nonapplicable The rich do not make profit To empty their pockets To the poor Lt doesn't pay a free market To have a socio-eco Conscience unless It is embarassed Or penalized into it There is no Social, cultural supremacy Solamente Economie, technological advantage And technological advantage And natural resource Es grande business And big business is the Insurrectional magnitude (De la guerra a la salvacion) From war to salvation Profitability is the Essentiel entertainment Economic power Is political objective Ecurnenical motivation Christianity and capitalism (el padre y la madre de) The father and mother of Corruption Christianity, the capitalistic Trade-off -repeat chorus- There is no Benevolence in politics Only management Of power and profit There is no Freedom in society There is only tradition There is no Privilege or poetry In human relationship Only conditioning And co�ncidence (the human mind is a victim Of habit) Religion rules by Acquiesence to the Fictitious possibility Sex is a biological trance It's about How hard you work on yourself To overcome adversity While the choices you make Are who you are If you are to continue Once upon a time There where people -repeat chorus-