Lies

I'm tired of their filthy lies.
Dirty little men, fat and wired.
The politics of the five o'clock news, airwaves lacking any truth.
The illusions of the world are proof.
Seeds been sewn haven't taken root.
Pay attention to history lesson, your revolution is my transgression.
Don't you forget.
Do they really believe what we feel.
An election makes it real.
A swastica hung above your door.
Did anybody ask what for?
Don't feel alone if you've lost touch with the feelings that you trust.
The lies, the blood the fucking scars, of what the hell we really are.