let's stop this talk of privilege because the songs that we sing are as much a product of our privilege
as the clothes on my back and the phone call i made to my mom last night. let's stop this talk of
action because action comes easy it's the moments just before that are hard, when i've got to get
my voice and my fist on the same page as my heart. let's stop this talk of them because the things we find deplorable in politicians, ceos and cops are the same things that will tear ourselves apart. and let's stop this talk of words because words like dishonesty selfishness and greed aren't as distance to us as we'd like to believe.

so please, the next time you're smashing
the state, don't go breaking my heart. because i know that when we pick up the pieces, the only thing
left will be the same empty rubble that's made up every revolution that i've ever known to make me believe and lose faith in humanity in the same empty breath of hot air.

they say that the beauty's in the streets. but when i look around, it seems more like defeat. i'm afraid that this fight that we're all caught up in will make us the same as that which we oppose.

so please, the next time you're smashing the state, don't go breaking my heart. but i know that we can
pick up the pieces and build something new, something different. that's not like every revolution that i've ever known that can make me believe and have faith in humanity and we'll all breath a breath of fresh air.