no, i will not tolerate intolerance

period

no, i will not degrade black lives or black blocs

no, i will not step on you for the place of your origin
no, i will not judge you by your genitals or who you love
no, i will not worship a crumbling empire

i’m growing tired of justification for hatred

i’m taking the low road and patiently waiting for subterfuge

i’m reading bookchin and chalmers and pushing the limits of socialist media

sacrifice my life in the form of a war torn meditation

i’m not an accelerationist, i’m just hopeful

spoke to the masses, most of them laughed

motivated at making this music to last

i might seem like an asshole

what did you do to deserve it?

i promise i’m not a mean person

nor am i perfect, i do go berserk

i’ve attacked my family for less than worse than that

and that’s not sadness, it’s just regret you hear shaking in the back of my neck

tackling the myths of man

passion for a symphonic jam

static on the channel make shit spark
chapped lips licked to withstand his cold heart

flat on his back, just your regular old martyr

antifascist game, match, set

i’m taking flames to cocktails

burning

pace myself for revolution

learning from each stalemate



the devil’s advocate is just a name you give yourself to make you feel okay with the fact that you’re an asshole

sorry, not sorry

you’re not raising anyone’s consciousness by being a fucking edge lord

stop whining when your peers call you our for being one

sorry, not sorry



i’m sorry i don’t go out so you think i don’t support you

i’m sorry i’m too poor to buy your albums

i’m sorry i forget how to be social with my friends

i’m sorry you haven’t learned that this is who i am