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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jake DiStressed
Jake DiStressed
Guitar
Chrissy Victims
Chrissy Victims
Electric Bass Guitar
John Ballistic
John Ballistic
Guitar
Joe Jitters
Joe Jitters
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jake Patrick Carman
Jake Patrick Carman
Songwriter
Chris Patrick MacDonald
Chris Patrick MacDonald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jake DiStressed
Jake DiStressed
Recording Engineer
Scott Craggs
Scott Craggs
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

It's the last American weekend and the corporateocracy is creeping closer
Are your eyes closed?
While we're alone inside our homes, they'll be replacing us with drones
But in this moment, they could be overthrown
There's no way to know, which way the road will go
But freedom only comes from below
In this moment, in this moment, in this moment
Whoa, whoa, whoa
It could be 1984 forever, divided up like this
We'll never know what world we could build
We should be back out on the streets together, break chains and walls
And filler, for tomorrow will be over-filled
There's no way to know, which way the road will go
But freedom only comes from below
In this moment, in this moment, in this moment
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Reality's slipping through our fingers
What of life is left to linger on and on and on and on
We can't survive inside this metaverse in the boxes they proscribe
We've got to fight for our lives
In this moment, in this moment, in this moment
Whoa, whoa, whoa
In this moment, in this moment, in this moment
Whoa, whoa, whoa
There's no way to know, which way the road will go
But freedom only comes from below
In this moment, in this moment, in this moment
Whoa, whoa, whoa
In this moment, in this moment, in this moment
Whoa, whoa, whoa
In this moment, in this moment, in this moment
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Written by: Chris Patrick MacDonald, Jake Patrick Carman
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