Feminist Rage

satisfied

they aren't listening to our cries

shot up, shot down, another of us dies

we assemble, we fight in crowds of immeasurable size

but they don't see us, covering their eyes

they turn away while we are brutalized

i'm no longer satisfied

when our leaders tell us lies

promise me we'll see through their disguise

something opens up before our eyes

and we'll bring change down from the skies

the pills they're handing out smell like cyanide

they think that we're too young to wonder why

while they sit blind they don't see us mobilize 

do they know that we are on the rise?

when did misery turn into a prize?

why is it so hard for them to sympathize?

when our lives are comprimised

why is it so easy for them to demonize?

how long have i been unsurprised?

was i ever satisfied?

when out leaders tell us lies

promise me we'll see through their disguise

something opens up before their eyes

and we'll bring change down from the skies

the pills they're pushing smell like cyanide

they think that we're too young to question why

while they sit blind they don't see us mobilize

but soon they'll know what we are on the rise.

centuries of leaders to despise

they were never on our side

this was never a reprise

hate has always been implied

there's nothing left to analyze

i was never satisfied.

when our leaders tell us lies

promise me we'll rip of their disguise

something opens up inside our minds

and we'll rain change down from the skies

the pills they're swallowing are filled with cyanide

and we're not too young to watch them die

now they know that we have mobilized

now they know that we are on the rise.