The ants are destroying the colony.

Revolution is saying “no”.

Every fire’s a prison

Every burnt out shell, a grave.

Sign your own death warrant as you smash a window,

Lose individuality for a cheap pair of shoes.

Pissing on your own future

To be part of a crowd

Feral anger? More childish weakness.

Well done, you’ve got a nice new television you didn’t need

And all cost is your dignity.

These were your streets,

You’re shitting where you eat.

When the sun comes up maybe you’ll forget what you did,

Across town an innocent woman goes into the ground.

Was it worth it?