A Call For Collective Defense

Chorus: S.O.S (x3) 1st Verse: Society of the spectacle. Worker deep-level skeptical stuck buying edible medical alleviation artificial chemicals benefitting the same antagonist on top of the pedestal killing gettable credible best of all goals that could of applied bendable social patterns beyond the robotic decimal calculator of collectable dollar bills with a face of unforgettable past slave proprietors treated as respectable. Expendable employee in the trash is another employer’s vendible commodity stimulating nightmare fuel generator economy inflexible. It shouldn't’ be debatable; when shall we eat the rich? The true feeling of delectable? Had enough drowning in betrayals around town. Bootlickers’ worshipping the same crown. Fishhook theory marching toward factual ground. Liberals keep…Sample: “Letting Me Down, Letting Me Down, Letting Me Down.” 2nd Verse: Band of skyriders landed with their sole cast inspiration goal pass microphone torch at the aimless caterpillar heading toward the tomb of dune. Bleak prophecy made the cocoon of defeatism soon transform with a boom of passion exhumes butterfly rebel reflecting the blood moon seeing federation of black rose blooms. Dreamer flies toward dismantling the bug zapper to bite back strong kinda like LSC of DSA. The trails see BSA. No more NRA. Yes, more SRA. Solidarity requires keeping itself connective, corrective, protective ever since noticeable growing sectarianisms’ objectives, the kryptonite of collective. 3rd Verse: Even if defiance for oneself, will still liberates other singing jailbird fluttered opens shutter. An obligation formation hovers three things build mutual aid structures; congregate general strikes, unionize bread and butters. Chorus: S.O.S (x2) The 3rd Impact is almost here… gotta take integral steps now…gotta take integral steps now …the 3rd impact is almost here…paramount movement needs to be made now.