Chorus of disapproval

All you do is scrutinize,
you judge, complain and fraternize
with those who're part of our demise.
Never look us in the eyes;
I'd like to say that's quite unwise -
you might end up being chastised,
a taste perhaps, of your reprise,
rumours which are just surmised,
leaving us our last outcry
to all those who we do despise.
We will hold on; won't say goodbyes
and it may be your last sunrise.
We're tired of living in disguise
so from our shells we will arise
and all of you've known we will defy
until your actions are revised.
Perhaps you'd like some sort of prize?
For we've in store a big surprise,
one to blow all of your minds.
Your act's become a pesky guise
so we'll stand up and we'll reply
and show you that you're just dead flies.