Everyone rise up

You have the power, you suppress them all

they hate you as they cheer you, you make them crawl.

Stick in the knife then give it a twist

it’s an everyday thing — winning is all.

A mill waiting for grist.

But as night follows day

they’ll take the knife away and on the day of reckoning, then you’ll pay.

When, where? You’ll never know

when the hate spills out like hot lava flow

and once it starts, there’s no stopping the show.

It will soak parched years and silence screams as freedom will grow from the tears and the dreams.

Finally, you drown and as you get washed away

the masses have spoken as they have their day.

But now in their joy, as they have the hour

it’s them just like you that now have the power.

So now will they see things not seen before?

That’s what it’s like when they walk through the door.

Will the tide turn for them as it did for you

will they now see things from a different view?

No thousand year reign — it’s never like that

So now, with the power, they suppress one and all

and again, soon the people will cheer as it’s their turn to crawl.