Текст WSTR – Crisis

Is this a riot or a crisis or a little bit of both?
Are we laughing? Are we crying? Either way I hope we choke
All the futures we’re denying ‘cos there’s no such thing as hope
It goes on and on and on

Clarity, clarity, can anybody offer me honesty?
Don’t tell me who I want to be, ‘cos all I need’s Identity
(Woah-oh-oh)
Bury me underneath the weight of your conformity; it’s killing me
So give me a name, I’ll figure it out
String me up, don’t let me be another face in your crowd
Don’t wanna be (no!)
A part of your crisis

Is this thing on?

With the filters applied, the anxiety dies
For the thousands with quick fix wool over their eyes
And I, won’t say I’m surprised when they search for some meaning and question their lives
Your gated community’s under scrutiny
But with a wrecking ball we’ll expose you all for the whole world to see
(So won’t you give me some)

Clarity, clarity, can anybody offer me honesty?
Don’t tell me who I want to be, ‘cos all I need’s Identity
(Woah-oh-oh)
Bury me underneath the weight of your conformity; it’s killing me
So give me a name, I’ll figure it out
String me up, don’t let me be another face in your crowd

Alright! Crisis!
Gimme some god damn

Clarity, clarity, can anybody offer me honesty?