RiseWritten signed off in the obituary
What happened to us?
Where's your anger? 
Where's your ****ing rage?
Watered down senses lost
Lazy privileged denial and self gratified
A tradition passed down to our blood stained hands
Give in, give up
Contented to strive for new worthless slogans
We miss our potential for action and substance
Contended to lie in our boring vomit
Suggesting arrangements while others are dying
Stand up, fight back
How many starving millions
Have to die on our front doorsteps?
How many dying millions
Have to crawl to our front doorsteps?
Where's your anger? 
Where's your ****ing rage?
Watered down senses lost
Where's your anger? 
Where's your ****ing rage?
Content and corrupted, contrive and disgusting
Dig a hole, it's all over, forget the words
And good intentions unless we rise
Tear it down, rise