All you people on the streets
can’t you see can’t you see
your presence alone is important to the scene
but your voice is not enough
if the wall don’t wanna listen
you gotta take the steps
if your gonna close the distance
-It's not easy
To the innocent child who only wants love
staring at me yearning, desperate for a hug
the writers and the readers and the players and the dreamers
the unfortunate people who are victims of fear
to the builders and makers, and the givers, and the takers
and the ones who facilitate our journey to truth
to our friends and our strangers, and our elders, and our peers
the kids on the street who have the right idea
All you people on TV
can’t you see can’t you see
your soundbites and your clips
only make a scene
you legitimize the leaders
you mobilize the masses
stay connected to the ground
you are the greatest asset
-it’s not easy
The politician who represents me, and the neighbor who resents me
And the teacher who taught me that my thoughts are a sin
the soldier in the fox hole and those left home to grieve
to the parents who sent their kids to fight for their beliefs
To the ones who walk the line and the ones who turn the tide
and the ones who can't believe that this is real life
To the martyrs who are gone and the fight that lives on
and those who can admit that they wrong
All you children under desks
don’t tolerate what you see
you are the leaders of a generation
you may need to make a scene
don’t take our lessons at face value
take our mistakes as lessons learned
the future is yours
Seize on what you have earned
-it’s not easy
To the mother who loved me, the father who hugged me
the brothers and sister who were there for me when
the friends who abandoned me, the peers who were mad at me
the acquaintances I annoyed because they didn’t understand me
to the lovers who left me, the crushes who forget me
and those who were there when my wife finally met me
to the children who look up to me, who unconditionally love me
and the stories they tell when I am dead
To the person in the mirror
what do you see what do you see
how will you respond
when you are on the scene
The world is my canvas
I can paint what I want to see
or is it I that is the canvas
and the world paints me?
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024
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