Mind over Matter

[Verse 1]
How am I supposed to write about the protests and the tear gas
And all the rubber bullets whistling through the streetlights
Bleeding brown, bleeding black, bleeding red, white, and blue
When I can’t get out of bed what the fuck am I to do?
Fists raised in the air
Everyone’s bandages are glowing
Like a sick twisted rave and the police lights are the strobes
How am I supposed to want to change this fucked-up world we live in
When half the fucking time I don’t even want to live?

[Verse 2]
And another one down
And another body hits the ground
Another name on the front page, family in disgrace
Racist fingers pointing all around
And it’s another bad day
When I can’t get out of bed
Staring at the ceiling, gunshot ringing in my head
Why couldn’t it, why couldn't it, why couldn't it, why couldn't it
Why couldn't it have gotten me instead?

[Chorus]
Tell me how we’re gonna change the world
Tell me how you make it out of bed everyday
With your fist in the air and the wind in your hair
And the fire in your eyes still there
Tell me how we’re gonna make it through
Promise me we’re gonna make it out alive
‘Cause I’m so tired of all the names piling up
And the graves lining all of the roads we’re marching down

[Bridge]
Another protest
Another flyer
Let’s organize and fight this fire
Another huge crowd marching through the night
Another group of white supremacists egging on a fight
I tried to go
Swear I was there for a while
Stumbling and shivering at least a couple of miles
But I panicked and I couldn’t breathe and left
I left, I left like a coward

[Chorus]
Tell me how we’re gonna change the world
Tell me how you make it out of bed everyday
With your fist in the air and the wind in your hair
And the fire in your eyes still there
Tell me how we’re gonna make it through
Promise me we’re gonna make it out alive
‘Cause I’m so tired of all the names piling up
And the graves lining all of the roads we’re marching down

[Chorus]
Tell me how you’re gonna change the world
Tell me how you make it out of bed everyday
With your fist in the air and the wind in your hair
And the fire in your eyes still there
Tell me how you’re gonna make it through
Tell me how you’re gonna make it out alive
‘Cause I’m so tired of all the names piling up
And the graves lining all of the roads we’re marching down

(Outro)
Tell me how we’re gonna make it through
Tell me how we’re gonna make it through
Tell me how we’re gonna make it through
Promise me we’re gonna make it through