Citizen Soldier

 I say the zombie apocalypse has already happened,    
 And the joke is on us.. Why are we laughing..?    
 Why are we passing for cancer, mimicking progress,    
 And why aren't we asking for answers, picketing conquests?
 Our congress is criminal.. Literal context,    
 Are bomb threats a pinnacle of cynical god-sends?    
 I'm not sure.. Honestly, it ought to be fought for,    
 A bottom-feeder lost freedom, probably not war!  
     
 Half-mast, upside-down, this is rebel music,    
 Black flag, up-rise, sound of the revolution,    
 Stand up! ..Sounds like a revolution,    
 Hands up! ..Now it's a rebel movement!  
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 Drones over Connecticut, no exposing the president,    
 No notice or motive, and no hope for the residents,    
 Chalk-lines and debris.. Cross lines to keep straight,    
 Call-signs, all rise, all signs of police-state,    
 The citizen soldier.. Chip on his shoulder..    
 Molotov Cocktail, this shit isn't over..    
 This is not democracy, sifting through the vacancy,    
 This is godless prophecy and criminal complacency!  
     
 Half-mast, upside-down, this is rebel music,    
 Black flag, up-rise, sound of the revolution,    
 Stand up! ..Sounds like a revolution,    
 Hands up! ..Now it's a rebel movement!  
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 Inescapable, a race for a capable witness,    
 Insatiable, the taste, so they made a new sickness,    
 Unshakable.. Breaking through, and taking you with it..    
 Unable to face it, it takes a few Winston Smiths!    
     
 Half-mast, upside-down, this is rebel music,    
 Black flag, up-rise, sound of the revolution,    
 Stand up! ..Sounds like a revolution,    
 Hands up! ..Now it's a rebel movement!  
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