Letra de ' Appar­ent­ly, I’m a ​P.C. Fas­cist ' de Propagandhi

Some of my otherwise brilliant and productive friends
Take final refuge in
Character assassinations
They ignore the issue and deny the relation between
Our consumption and brutality

So you can go ahead and roll your eyes and marginalize me
Play on my insecurities
And you can feign ignorance
But you’re not stupid, you’re just selfish
And you’re a slave to your impulse

And I kinda thought we all shared common threads
In that we gravitated here to challenge the conventions we’ve been fed
By cultures that treat creatures like machines
And if you buy that shit then how long till it’s me
Who serves as your commodity?

Through institutionalized violence and oppression of workers
And women raped by sexism
Do you still insist on feigning indignance to reason?
To collective self-interest?

I’ll call you on your shit, please call me on mine
Then we can grow together and make this shit-hole planet better in time

Consider someone else