I'm pretty much faceless,
The perfect cover boy for the raging careless,
Wrapped in the lies of musty words and the tasteless hate,
But I’ve fought too long to be late,
Sunshine state to summer sands,
Pick up your riot gear and let’s show them how much we love their plans,
Purging the right of choice,
Purging the right to vote,
A flash of new lies about how dangerous fucking is on all our screens,
Not writing a way to bless,
Not preaching to balcony scenes,
I’m purging all my careless,
Replacing it with my riot gear,
So here comes my song,
Can you hear?
Can you hear?
I’m pretty much on a night out to see what everyone is wearing,
That natural reaction you have to the truth is just fine,
I have my helmet right here,
You stand still and this will go fine,
To write is to aim with reason,
Purging the right,
Purging all my careless,
Replacing it with my riot gear,
So here comes my song,
Can you hear?
Others are starting to sing,
Others are starting to write,
Others are starting to put on their gear,
I’m purging all my careless,
Can you hear?
I’m singing this loud,
Can you hear me with this face on?
How about with this in my hand?
©Brian C. Williams/System*Publishing
