The rage I feel at this society
Consumes me like a fire does a meadow
It seems as though these fools who cannot see
Make laws that they enforce on us below
Laws designed to keep us locked in squalor
So that we cannot rise above our place
Laws so that we barely earn a dollar
So living life is like an endless race
We feel the rage these laws awake in us
And yet it seems there's little we can do
For they can punish when we make a fuss
And send their goons to beat us black and blue
This hopeless feeling weighs upon my soul
I see our future vanish down a hole
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