death of words

The power of a word ruled back in the day  
The mob was a job and we all had our say  
We linched our kings up  
and the queens we beheaded  
now we hide behind guns and the people we befriended  
 
The protests we've seen never meant anything  
and the last time there was a difference  
Elvis was king  
 
When did life become all about yourself  
when did we decide there's nothing more important than wealth  
There will come a day when I'll leave this place and fly  
it will mean that never again will I cry   
At the sight of a world devoid pages and ink  
But some day in a blink it'll all sink  
 
fuck swords, fuck pens, fuck guns and fuck them