(LYRICS)
Take a stand against command & controllers,
Holier than thou chokers, smoke blowing posers.
They pout ‘N shout, creating doubt,
Pushing buttons so you can’t log out.
The system, the machine, the oppressive dream
Streams from a narcissistic regime
As it builds a compliant, victim-filled team.
Take a stand against command & controllers,
Holier than thou chokers, smoke blowing posers.
They manufacture crisis with chatter,
Fake benefactors. Creeping cancer.
They’re masters of disasters,
Handlers, forgers, personal attackers.
Offices filled with stuck up, suck up staffers.
Take a stand against command & controllers,
Holier than thou chokers, smoke blowing posers.
They cry fake, snake-charmer tears,
Never slake their thirst for puppet volunteers,
“Dance! Prance! Keep the trance, my Dears!”
Their emo-push keeps each tush in gear
To all who hear the bureaucratic overseer.
Take a stand against command & controllers,
Holier than thou chokers, smoke blowing posers.
Time to stand up, step up, rally to the cause.
Embrace humility and reject the applause.
No more boot-lickers or boots on neck.
No Bill of Rights bottlenecked.
No perilous arrogance left unchecked.
Take a stand against command & controllers,
Holier than thou chokers, smoke blowing posers.
Push back against political aristocracy.
Jettison gossipy hypocrisy.
Time to throw down. This is our house!
Storm every liberty slaughterhouse.
Meet up, greet up. Rebels in the coffeehouse.
Take a stand against command & controllers,
Holier than thou chokers, smoke blowing posers.
Don’t fight in the streets, but in the beats
Of hearts tired of high-nosed elites.
Live, give the truth; fill the voting booth.
Seek the best; give the rest the boot.
Let ’em see the emperor’s in his birthday suit.
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