Lyric ...And Then The Riot

I had a clear prophetic dream:
Subconscious, slow-mo, jump cut, small town murder scene
Inside a warm aterial glow
I heard the Fembots on the radio

....And then the riot
....And then the riot
exploding stars and crashing cars like sentinels

Its the famous final laugh
It s the much maligned historic epigraph
Like a dreaming embryo
Like a Time Bomb underneath the snow
(you ll never know when she ll blow)

First the quiet and then the riot
A simple choice, a simple voice, a clarion

They first defy it and then the riot
Emits a sound that s understood by everyone

We could while away the days togeth
ignore the victims on the wall
Or we could man this barricade togeth
And warn the world "No Pasaron!"

Like a shudder from the ocean floor
A sudden stutter in the Status Quo
First the the wave and then the undertow
...and then the riot