We're Basically Done

A cold dawn rises on a restless land. Quiet voices

ready to take a stand. Boots hit gravel, hearts strike drum. And every soul

whispers, we're basically done. We played by the rules that were rigged

from the start. Watched the powerful dance like it's some kinda art. They told us

be patient. They told us be kind. But the kindness they preach

ain't the truth we find. They take what they want. Leave the rest

undone. And now the working class is weighing the sun. We're basically done

with the lies they spun, with the deals they cut when the cameras