This is a song that means a lot to me because I first began writing it around 10 years ago when I was about 15 or 16, and I have performed some version of it with multiple bands I’ve played in since. Through those years, it’s had many changes in lyrics, composition and even genre, but now I finally feel like the song has evolved from the existential ramblings of a pissed-off teenager into a more focused reflection of witnessing the ever-increasing normalization of living in a fascist police state that regularly executes innocent people.”
- Vi Viana (Gutless).
lyrics
Tell me how it's going to end
After I lose my very last friend.
Should I continue even then?
All the lessons I've been taught,
All the troubles that I fought.
Those will not matter when I leave
To that God awful place
To pay the price for our patriarch's mistakes.
They're just sacks of bones too anyway.
Took too long to try and too long to fight.
Too many executions of too many far too close to home.
Butchered by centuries of lies
Propagated in our heads,
Reverberated when we turn mad.
Hardwired to a newborn's Settings.
And bugs can always be patched
But crises in our code need to be addressed
Long before a person's life is cut out.
So don’t let nobody use as a tool to enforce suffering.