Perennial, Pt. 2 Video (MV)

I am the great procrastinator
Fed my money to the hungry college educators
I walk around Oblivion
Ya got no money, but I got some Ritalin
So let's go down to 6th street, high on revolution

Lightning comes first, but I ain't heard a thing
You can take your speed when you want, but it ain't gonna start this train
Jittery hands, achin' head
But I'm not going home just yet
Until, the thunder roars out a revolution

No, we're miles and miles away
I wanna know how it feels
I wanna make it on my own
I wanna grow a garden in the concrete
I don't wanna go home

Do ya see the torn up streets the flooded towns
If you think this is the beginning of the end, you haven't looked around
All the hate, you thought had died
I'll tell you now, it's real alive
A last breath to snuff out the revolution

He says big words, he must be so well spoken
He won't say nothing that could frighten, the CEOs he's beholden
We're starved to debt, phones are screamin'
Cryin mothers, cities weepin'
No your well-spoken candidate, never spoke well of revolution

We're miles and miles and miles away
I wanna know how it feels
I wanna make it on my own
I wanna grow a garden in the concrete
I don't want to go home

Hungover in the mausoleum country
Avocado toast, a 5 dollar cup of coffee
Turn on the TV scroll through the feed
Another shooting, another spectacle to add to the list of tragedies