LYRIC

THIS is so cliche

Another anthem, another rebellion
Another voice, another battle call
A million phrases and zero content
Still it’s just music after all

If all these words bred some action
We’d be living in a Tarantino film
If all these pointed fingers joined each other
They could form a million fists

The same damn words,
The same damn chords
Over and over and over again

Rhetorics and war drums
And the blankness to remain

Call it a ripp-off
Call it obeisance
It’s smoke and mirrors anyway

What’s inside you is what matters
The wrapping can be fun, admittedly

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