Luyện nghe bài hát Note to Self

No-fly list. No-drive list. list. No-talk list.
No journalist left to take stock
of the wholesale of outside perspectives.

How does it make you feel to know you voted for this?

So much for your hopes and your dreams and children.
You just sat there believing in bullshit system.
Just wishing the mob would magically to its senses.

How does it you feel to know you just stood by and watched it?

Dazed. Numb. Powerless. Stunned.
we frantically click our heels, already home.

The bands. The sports. The booze. Its all left of you.
When the cops and the courts refuse to the sins of the few,
is there left to do?

The answers there right your eyes: rise.