EDITED LYRICS:

Oh concussion, you are the prison bars to my bed
When there is so much going on, how can I take a rest
The nurse tried to sell me pills to relieve the pain in my head
Please just turn off those bright lights was what I said, don’t you remember I have a concussion
You profit from the symptoms instead of focusing on the root cause of our suffering
You profit from our suffering

A-c helped me feel less alone, helped me understand what was going on
Fin picked up their phone, along with Willow they came over
Good Yen waited with me in the waiting room, I felt like a commodity
With my bar coded wrist band, I was just another number to be processed through capitalist bureaucracy

Oh concussion, you are the prison bars to my bed
When there is so much going on, how can I take a rest
That colonial fucker approved the pipeline
Fuck this nation state, burn it down, burn it down, burn it down
Turn the flag around
Piss, piss, piss on it

I need to organise, sabotage
Those transphobes that collaborate with Neo-Nazis
My identity is no ideology
Deplatform those fuckers
Deplatform child abusers

We know better than pseudo-science
We know better than hate
White cis het patriarchy feels threatened
So let’s keep making it gay
let’s keep making it gay

Oh concussion, you are the prison bars to my bed
When there is so much going on, how can I take a rest

But maybe I need to take a break
Can’t organise with a head ache
We all need to care
Remember to take care

Maybe the universe had to whack me on my head
To remind me to not push myself past my limit and burn out
Cleanse myself of a capitalist conditioning of needing to be overproductive