Wake up The gunfire is in your front yard Hate is the only power There is nothing you can do The cries of an abandoned child Is a low priority with your next fix There is nothing left to give Your angel of mercy Will not relieve the bitter pain Of this collapsing society There is nowhere left to turn Our father who is now your uncle He wants to tell you what to do Individuality has been assimilated There is no one left to trust Suicide is no longer an out You must learn to read and buy a gun This is your last chance No one is keeping score now The people have become a riot
left, assimilated, gunfire, uncle, priority