Take Up Arms

Thank god for the self appointed allies, We would be so lost without you all, Your grace is beyond our expectations, How you deign to clear the lowest bar Stand and claim your honour, This is all about you. Fight at your leisure, Armed with good intentions. I can't trust you to stand up when I'm not here, You don't understand or try to feel the fear, The gentlest of push will be called a smear, Yet all we still die. Blood fills the streets but at least you mean well, No fucking clue of the anger we must quell, If you want to be an ally when the fuck will you take up arms? RISE UP! And be counted. FIGHT BACK! For our fates. LISTEN! To the front lines. FORSAKE! All your comfort. Trust is not demanded, it is fucking earned, When will you realise how much we've been burned, Trying to snuff the flame of ignorance, My tongue still bleeds. Blood fills the streets but at least you mean well, No fucking clue of the anger we must quell, If you want to be an ally when the fuck will you take up arms? RISE UP! And be counted. FIGHT BACK! For our fates. LISTEN! To the front lines. FORSAKE! All your comfort.