Brodie Wilson - Garden of Persimmons Lyrics

I don't want no institutional garbage
One ear and out the other, disregard it
Turn our minds to mush, that is the target
These are the very demons we're at war with

Surpass the hierarchy
Attack our democracy
Submerge into anarchy
So we can break the chains of slavery

I don't want no prime time television
Practice kung fu on the politicians
I don't want to take all your prescriptions
Or think about your corporate made religions

Surpass the hierarchy
Attack our democracy
Submerge into anarchy
So we can break the chains of slavery

I will not be kicked into submission
By all the petty things that make me sickened
Can't see myself asking for permission
While I stand in the garden of persimmons