I can’t deal with it anymore.
I lose control so easily, it’s not me.
I’m quite frightened. And so, so sick.
Lock me in a security cell. And throw away the key.
It’ll be better for everyone.
At the moment all the youths are apathic and think there’s nothing to do and it’s all over and they only want to be on drugs and kill themselves.
Our job now is to tell them that there is still hope, and we still have things to do.
And we must get out and change their heads and tell them it’s ok, we can change it, and not only because flower power didn’t work.
It’s only the beginning, we’re just an inception of revolution… we’re just the beginning of change.