Thrones from Thrones by Permanent State

What's left to do?
After learning everything that everyone knew
The tools we need to win the race
Were never here in the first place

We're alone in a world
Governed by greed
Forced to hold air in
While they breathe
Wondering why
We don't comply
As they look down from their thrones

So high up
Above the rest of us
They hold the rules to cheat the test
But we will divest

We are part of one team
Minority
Forced to split hairs
As theirs catch the breeze
Wondering why
We let it slide
Knowing we have
The strength on our side
They'll continue to fight
To keep the divide
Between you and I
As they take the prize
But the footings are weak
Together we can shake
Cracks up the side, the thrones where they sit

So much to do
In making this world for me and you
Time for them to pay their dues
Let their mouths fill with distaste
Live the horror of feeling displaced
Then they'll know they were never in the race

We can change the world
Breakdown the creed
Rebuild again
With things that we need
Wondering why
We spent all this time
Choosing to not
Use what was taught
If we follow thier design
We'll fall into line
A line that was bought
To let our minds rot
Together we will stand
Atop a troubled land
Rebuild from these stones
The stones of their thrones

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