The Unrest

I think the writing explains itself

Verse 1: I smell spray paint in the summer breeze. 
The punks are out making memories.  
The fallen ones, forgotten sons.  
And terrible crafts from authorities, with cuffs binding the minorities. 
Guns blazing them to their knees.  
If law is law, then what is free? 
You can put us down, but not our liberties. 
As long as someone's left to breathe.. 
 
Chorus: Cheats in suits, treacherous cowards playing games.  
We're nothing but pawns in the bigger scheme. 
We're all lined up to the guillotine. 
Is there anyone left who has a voice? 
It's now or never, you have the choice. 
Lie down and die or take a chance. 
It's up to us, are we made of glass? 
 
Verse 2: Rules are made to be broken. 
The lambs are asleep like little children. 
Fostered into a system, that bleeds them dry of their wisdom. 
But when someone cries victim, you're cut down quick from existence. 
If only they had seen the distance.. 
This is the beginning of a resistance.. 
 
Chorus: Cheats in suits, treacherous cowards playing games.  
We're nothing but pawns in the bigger scheme. 
We're all lined up to the guillotine. 
Is there anyone left who has a voice? 
It's now or never, you have the choice. 
Lie down and die or take a chance. 
It's up to us, are we made of glass? 
 
Last Verse: Someday we will rise. 
When nothing is left to compromise. 
Someday we will rise.. 
Someday we will rise.. 
Someday we will rise..