If you abuse your power
your face a glower
then you’re dead long before your final hour

If you urge conformity
and crave authority
then you’ll be crushed by your own enormity

You pompous zealout
don’t you dare to tell us
what to do when it’s clear that you’re just jealous

What happened to truth?
What happened to your youth?
Weren’t things more beautiful back when you were loose?

You thought you were radical
descend from your pedestal
all the blood in your body, it took a sabbatical

Was there ever a time?
You committed a crime?
Just so you could see society climb?

We’re young
and we’re bold
it don’t take a gun
to kill the old

Revolution
is our function
ancient regime
accept extreme unction