An Apathetic New World

Tonight I sat alone on the steps and stared into the blank sky; stars cloaked by smog, the poison of our own. And as the bitter air bit down I held my breath and thought of all the others on their backs. How do you organize resistance against something that's not even there(but still killing you)? Dirt covered fists screaming indignantly, midigate to out turned palms pleading admittedly. Raping people of their hope and the sky of all its stars. They're dying at your feet but 'who cares who they are.' (right?) There's no place like home. "It's like filling an empty glass from an empty bottle." and it's stricken by rigor mortis with your hand on the throttle. Grasping at a chance through a wall of austerity and a fence of police enforced by democratic vulgarity. Two percent controlling the power; controlling yo, controlling me, controling the borders of democracy. So it's you, and it's me and we're up against a fence, control or be controlled by only two percent. So it's you, and it's me and we're up against a fence, control or be controlled, because only we can set us free. 今晚我独自一人坐在台阶上，凝视着空白的天空;明星隐形通过烟雾，我们自己的毒药。而作为苦空气咬着我屏住呼吸其他所有和思想在他们的后面。你如何组织反对的东西，甚至不存在的（但仍然杀了你）阻力？灰尘覆盖的拳头愤怒地尖叫， midigate到了原来的手掌恳求公认。强奸自己希望的人民和所有的星星的天空。他们死在你的脚下，但“谁在乎他们是谁。 ” （是吗？ ）有没有比家更好的地方。 “这就像从一个空瓶子灌装的空杯子。 ”而且它胆颤尸僵用手油门。抓穿过墙壁紧缩的机会和警察以民主粗俗执行的围墙。二％的控制权;控制球，控制了我， controling民主的边界。所以这是你，这是我和我们对抗围栏，控制或仅两成得到控制。所以这是你，这是我和我们对抗围栏，控制或控制，因为只有我们可以设置我们自由。