These public spaces where once we’d congregate
Now as good a place to hide
Regard, regard
Ces espaces public on se rencontraient souvent
On s’y abrite plus
Regarde et contemple
I need to redirect control
Where once there was happiness now there’s some self centred shit about
Private opportunity
And its exclusive benefactors
We require no affiliation
There is no illusion felt here
We need no affirmation
No illusion — felt — here!
The strength of our conviction
This is the triumph of youth
Once we had our reason and strength of our convictions
Break!