hear my people help me sing
like a mother cleaning up after a child
most things we do are already anticapitalist
make the injury visible
power comes from the shadows and the margins
hope is an embrace of the unknown
room to act in the spaciousness of uncertainty
grief and hope can coexist
critical thinking & hope
the hope I'm interested in
become human or irrelevant
so are we all
sisterly love
challenge the rock
sociability as much a law
off with their heads
how could he help me anyway
cant sleep cant read
i'd cry for a week
the last thing I wanted
figs go black
hated the idea of serving men
the kind of drug a man would invent
crawl in between the lines
borders are not vegan
always throw everything in this family
sick of just liking
break the laws of your class enemy
domestic happiness to divert
crushing history
once hate is gone
pathetic figure
hold and drop
what do women hold
class closet
in the very bodies
something being called into question
split habitus
had i not also suffered
finally they tumble
refused, rejected, denied
real alternative to fascism
comrade stood for comradeship
your wealth reflected in our misery
pacifists and lice
humans as humans
voices, heard
ghost libraries
history of silence
prisons and crowbars
Silence equals death
so many to be broken
supposed to be happy
why are you asking that
how to be a woman
harmless my hole
a place to live though
one day
alive and sober
strength to remember, strength to forget
about the dark times
Bread & Roses
cant solve alone
it's filthy, Jeff
well at least one of us is not scared
so shut up, Kyle
250 times less, please
bitte was
there is resistance
ruthless top
pay up boomers
show me the money
my portfolio - ups!
freedom, together
bad architects and bees
silence of our friends
now now now
sleeping giants must wake
cruelty
jemand musste
keine mayo
iedereen een tegenmacht
nooit meer los
wat je hebt en wat je voelt
ik had het mis
permanente schrik
het interesserde niemand
onderdrukken
zuigende klei
fuck dat
slow kill
always dark
go out
conformity
Hope for moral reconconstitution
free me...
Punk demands more
or fuck off
roses
If war has an opposite
They were careless people
