Martial Law from Martial Law by Gator King

We live in a day and age where the illusion of safety is preferred
To personal liberty.
Is this really western society?
Pupils are not taught to think, only to obey and submit.
To be desensitized and to not realize
The humanitarian agenda is a crock of shit.

If you don't raise your voice, who ever will?
How many will be taken under martial law, how many will be killed?
I will assert myself if it means being put to death.
When a nation forfeits its rights it has nothing left.

Our constitution has been rewritten, cancelling what made us free.
A chosen few hold all the keys, disgrace our nation with misanthropy.

If we don't raise our voice who ever will?
How many will be taken under martial law, how many will be killed?

It's unsettling to think, that so many are unaware.
Infuriating to know the majority don't care.

My generation's sad fixations are self-indulgence and entertainment.
That works out for the one percent; it's easy for them when we play their game.
To pull a veil on our eyes, to rob us blind.
They laugh all the way when we never saw it coming.
When democracy crashes, new order formed from the ashes,
Just a painful reminder that my voice wasn't enough.

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