BURNING BRIGHT - THE WELL (with riot footage)

They stole the passion that fueled us, stored it deep in the well that our country has become, buried, cold, hollow. We’re filling it with the blood of our dreams undone. We’re filling it, sooner or later it will overflow. Storm new Bastille. And you’ll hear the cries of the homeless, the hanging ropes, below the rooftop. A rope for everyone, but I’ll use mine to climb up the well. I will climb up the well til I see light again.