The Resistance Josh Garrels

I was born into a system constructed for failure
It’s a sinking ship manned by drunken sailors
An escape artist behind the bars of a jailor
An asthmatic attack when we forgot the inhaler
If the shoe doesn’t fit what good is a tailor
In the midst of a crisis please cancel the gala
Without a symphony there’s no need for a prelude
To foreshadow what’s to come
See the secret committees, commence with their meetings
To make red tape in response to simple questions
Questions that threaten the perception of a beneficial system
A pyramid scheme with its cogs and its pistons
Mechanization of men, making more and more
Live in a miserable existence
How can so few claim so many victims
And this begs the question
My rest is a weapon against the oppression
Of man's obsession to control things
Look at the long line of make believe kings
And the lord of the flies wants you to kiss his ring
Follow new rules with invisible strings
And become a puppet in the diabolical scheme
How do good men become part of the regime
They don’t believe in resistance

Hold fast like an anchor in the storm
We will not be moved