Festival Song
It feels completely ridiculous
That I'm a willing participant
Gazing at the purples and pinks
In the shadow of a bank-sponsored skyline
Unite against the establishment!
While drones transmit the images
To a server farm in the valley
For a culture that'll eat its own insides
Oh, they wouldn't be your friend if you weren't worth something
They wouldn't be your friend if you weren't worth something
They wouldn't be your friend if it wasn't worth it
If you didn't have something they could take
Take a long look at the billboards
That smother the air till you can't ignore 'em
And glamorize department store crust-punk-chic
'Cause Satan's trending up and it's fashion week
But this is not a movement, it's just careful entertainment
For an easy demographic in our sweatshop denim jackets
And we'll wonder, what just happened?
When the world becomes Manhattan
Where the banks steal the apartments just to render them abandoned
Oh, they wouldn't be your friend if you weren't worth something
They wouldn't be your friend if you weren't worth something
They wouldn't be your friend if it wasn't worth it
If you didn't have something they could take
We're not stupid people, but this financial oppression
Has got everyone believing all that we can do is nothing
'Cause we organize through avenues they lace with advertisements
So the ones we try to rage against are still lining their pockets
Oh, they wouldn't be your friend if you weren't worth something
They wouldn't be your friend if you weren't worth something
They wouldn't be your friend if it wasn't worth it
If you didn't have something they could take
Canción del Festival
Se siente completamente ridículo
Que soy un participante dispuesto
Mirando los morados y rosas
A la sombra de un horizonte patrocinado por un banco
¡Unidos contra el sistema!
Mientras los drones transmiten las imágenes
A un centro de servidores en el valle
Para una cultura que devorará sus propias entrañas
Oh, no serían tus amigos si no valieras algo
No serían tus amigos si no valieras algo
No serían tus amigos si no valiera la pena
Si no tuvieras algo que pudieran tomar
Observa detenidamente los carteles publicitarios
Que sofocan el aire hasta que no puedas ignorarlos
Y glamorizan la moda punk de tienda departamental
Porque Satanás está en tendencia y es la semana de la moda
Pero esto no es un movimiento, es solo entretenimiento cuidadoso
Para un demográfico fácil en nuestras chaquetas de mezclilla de taller clandestino
Y nos preguntaremos, ¿qué acaba de pasar?
Cuando el mundo se convierta en Manhattan
Donde los bancos roban los apartamentos solo para dejarlos abandonados
Oh, no serían tus amigos si no valieras algo
No serían tus amigos si no valieras algo
No serían tus amigos si no valiera la pena
Si no tuvieras algo que pudieran tomar
No somos personas estúpidas, pero esta opresión financiera
Ha hecho que todos crean que lo único que podemos hacer es nada
Porque nos organizamos a través de vías que ellos llenan de publicidad
Así que aquellos a los que intentamos enfrentarnos siguen llenándose los bolsillos
Oh, no serían tus amigos si no valieras algo
No serían tus amigos si no valieras algo
No serían tus amigos si no valiera la pena
Si no tuvieras algo que pudieran tomar