Desperation

A wrench in the gears, a stone through the windows
Black masks and burning police cars
Streetfight romantic and so called solidarity
There must be something more.
Sitting in a lonely room filled with stupid laughter
The joke isn’t funny anymore
It isn’t funny anymore
Who defines how we have to be?
Who defines us?
One’s truth must be the only one
Seperation at any means but
It’s all about identity
If this is your way to go
I step aside…