I boarded my plane back to Iowa with my head held high. We’ve come further, faster than anyone gave us a chance to. And for the disappointed, let’s be honest; we loathe the weight of our shortcomings, but when the time comes we’ll toast our victories with a decadence and fervor that’ll bring the power to its knees.
In two months time we’ve already left a scar on this insidious business. All the things left unsaid some years ago we’ve melded into our creed. If freedom is what you seek, we offer the message. Unfortunately, I think our significance has been taken for granted by those hoping to pass us off as another “vogue rebellion.” This isn’t about fashion, politics, religion, or looking pretty. It’s about letting go of the superficiality we consciously and subconsciously hold so dear.
If you can’t feel something in these words, then maybe you’re already a casualty; maybe there is no hope for you. But if these lyrics strike a chord; even if that tune is a terrible sound, then I believe our song is making sense.
Revolutions are not decided by battles, but rather by wars. Those with selective memory will forget that we walked out of Manhattan alive…we’re still building.