Apathy. Passivity. The Bystander Effect. Innocent people are trampled daily in all parts of the world, even America. Everybody knows it. Everybody knows its origins. Everybody condemns it... in words. We defeat ourselves. We allow ourselves to be dominated by fear, and we know it. We know we're all equally vulnerable, but we trick ourselves into believing that our chances are good. It's a minority who face brutal realities, and we'll roll the dice. We'll put up with the invisible violence of our own exploited daily lives, at the cost of tangible violence for a random sacrificial few. The sacrifice takes more forms and more lives daily: cancers, corruption, starvation and homelessness always in walking distance of wasted food and shelter.
As a decided anarchist for 10 years now, I'm bitterly aware. Almost anybody can articulate the basic criticisms of authority and wealth. Everybody knows the inevitability of their abuses and on a deeper level everybody understands their turn will come to sacrifice for a system which does not work for them. But when confronted with the idea of doing away of doing away with these same systems, everybody reveals their self-inflicted delusions.
We can complain about corrupt politicians and greedy corporations all we want, but ultimately we have only ourselves to blame. We're all complicite in their machinations. I'm no different, except that I've cast off my delusions. Like so many, I'm sitting in an office enslaved to a job that has no meaning to me and or anyone else. Unlike the slavery we're taught in history books, I wear no shackles other than the fear of what hardships I subject myself and my family to by simply leaving. I know everyone around me feels the same, but we're not allowed to talk about it.
So we continue working as if nothing's wrong, while fighting a war that rages inside. That's what this song means to me.
Apathy. Passivity. The Bystander Effect. Innocent people are trampled daily in all parts of the world, even America. Everybody knows it. Everybody knows its origins. Everybody condemns it... in words. We defeat ourselves. We allow ourselves to be dominated by fear, and we know it. We know we're all equally vulnerable, but we trick ourselves into believing that our chances are good. It's a minority who face brutal realities, and we'll roll the dice. We'll put up with the invisible violence of our own exploited daily lives, at the cost of tangible violence for a random sacrificial few. The sacrifice takes more forms and more lives daily: cancers, corruption, starvation and homelessness always in walking distance of wasted food and shelter.
As a decided anarchist for 10 years now, I'm bitterly aware. Almost anybody can articulate the basic criticisms of authority and wealth. Everybody knows the inevitability of their abuses and on a deeper level everybody understands their turn will come to sacrifice for a system which does not work for them. But when confronted with the idea of doing away of doing away with these same systems, everybody reveals their self-inflicted delusions.
We can complain about corrupt politicians and greedy corporations all we want, but ultimately we have only ourselves to blame. We're all complicite in their machinations. I'm no different, except that I've cast off my delusions. Like so many, I'm sitting in an office enslaved to a job that has no meaning to me and or anyone else. Unlike the slavery we're taught in history books, I wear no shackles other than the fear of what hardships I subject myself and my family to by simply leaving. I know everyone around me feels the same, but we're not allowed to talk about it.
So we continue working as if nothing's wrong, while fighting a war that rages inside. That's what this song means to me.
SalmonGod, that's a pretty damn good interpretation for me as well, nice one.
SalmonGod, that's a pretty damn good interpretation for me as well, nice one.