Impasse Lyrics

Freedom is a construct we are never supposed to know

It's a bribe held over the working class heads to keep them responsible

Pushing a pencil right into the grave

Working hands

Metaphorical chains

Feeding the boss so crumbs are obtained

Taking a loss when the money's exchanged

Tax the productive how's that even sane

While the wealthy one percent

Kick back relax and only stress when threatened of being taxed

We're at an impasse how do you expect us to react

Not a fan of violence but I kind of condone it

When faced against such a maniacal opponent

I said I'm not a fan of violence but I kind of condone it

When faced against such a maniacal opponent

So mix that oil and gasoline

Rag and a bottle make sure your hands are clean

You don't wanna fumble with a lighter when you're covered in igniter

Don't wanna be your own victim when your blowing off steam

When you're fighting tyranny to defend the vision you seek

When the collective effort turns into regime

When we've had enough and take to the street

They never thought it'd come to this

But they never lived the lives we live

Never had to worry bout the price of shit

Never worked three jobs to keep clothes on their kids

They look down to you

They look down on you

Take out a knee cap so they look up to you

They look down to you

They look down on you

You can see it in their eyes you know it's the truth

We've been held down so long

Can't believe it took this long to push back

We've been held down so long

Can't believe it took this long to push back

I said

We've been held down so long

Can't believe it took this long to push back

We've been held down so long

Can't believe it took this long to push back

Skin the rich wear the pelt

Share the meat spread the wealth

How the hell does capital equal health

How does the right to live get so easily shelved

Take a minute to live in the shoes of the ones you abuse

Try to live on five dollars a day so you can pay rent on that so called minimum wage

On that so called minimum wage

This ain't a call for reform

It's that first thunderclap before the storm

This ain't no empty threat

This half the nation seeing red

A declaration a call for heads

No more patients we're seeing red

No hesitation a call for heads

I can taste it I'm seeing red

We've been held down so long

Can't believe it took this long to push back

We've been held down so long

Can't believe it took this long to push back

I said

We've been held down so long

Can't believe it took this long to push back

We've been held down so long

Can't believe it took this long to push back