Dime

January third, '96
or maybe it was a while ago
and the fridge is empty as always
behind the sheets, the sun comes up
another day to wait
and see if something different happens.

What’s studying for?
Working feels impossible
Protesting is from another time that’s gone
You’re a victim of a suicide
of collective silence
fighting is just another idea that failed
so much passivity...

Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, what are you worth, if you think there’s no future?
tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me that you don’t see the solution and you’re broke on top of that
tell me, tell me, tell me what your direction is, looking for alternatives
tell me, tell me, tell me what’s inside your heart... being submissive, being indecisive. That’s your choice.

Time passes and I’m still the same
so many years and doing nothing
thank goodness they’re opening the bar
crisis, chaos, exclusion,
fraud, mobs, extortion,
but the streets are on fire.

Every step is a challenge
every scream is a cry
every voice that rebels is a lesson
you’ll be labeled a troublemaker
you’ll be accused without witnesses
you’ll find the solution within yourself.

How many will be left behind?
How many will finally bow down?
everyone who gets dirty
will live on the edge
everyone is their own.

No more lies can fit
and your breath is now your rage
reason will slowly fall apart
a desperate attempt to escape
to find new paths
reacting, moving forward without stopping.