My Generation III: The Resurrection

From here we can see the lights collide,
truth held back from us, cards played
in VIP rooms at casinos, tarots turned over,
our futures mapped before others' eyes,
the blue touch paper lit igniting our grand schemes,
a firework display made of all the love
and passion that we could give, our oppressors
satisfied in their palaces of gold
but held to that feeling and marched
the streets, time had come to be bold and unleash.

The bearded cleric in his antique chair,
captive politician with mile-long stare,
wake up your minions for the new generation,
who'll scythe through your mean dreams with precision
as the anger boiling needs an exit
the froth of discontent forces a public vent
spent in thinking on the injustices of war
of media sanctions on private domains
of families smashed into fragments for
larger scale plans and Parliamentary gain.

Rising to our feet as one, we were done
with discrimination and persecution
as human beings fated for destruction
we ripped away the battlements
and came out in droves, with placards,
held the Premier to account, coasting
on his European gravy train, man of the people?
We thought not, saw through the lies,
the bullshit prophecies, and cast aside
all corporate attempts to control us.

We held that thought, as one,
and broke down the barriers to freedom
built by greedy hands after a process
of years leading back to the World Wars,
we snapped the trappings of injustice,
wrenched the power back from the bankers,
saw through the lies of the masses
trying to enforce the system through tradition,
we rose above ideology, invented our own,
we regained our lives, and reclaimed our souls.