Chester

This is not the end, this is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot, rocking every revision
But anda listen to the tone and the violent rhythm
Though the words sound steady, something empty's withing 'em
We say yeah
With fists flying up in the air
Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there
'Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and the fear
Until we dead it, forget it, let it all disappear

Waiting for the end to come
Wishing I had strength to stand
This is not what I had planned
It's out of my control
Flying at the speed of light
Thoughts were spinning in my head
So many things were...

“There’s a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes anda so sick at heart, that anda can’t take part; anda can’t even passively take part, and you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you’ve got to make it stop. And you’ve got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you’re free, the machine will be prevented from working at all” -Mario Savio

To save face / how low can anda go
Talk a lot of game but yet anda don’t know
Static on the way / make us all say...