You've gotta shout if you've got something to say

[brin_bellway]

[cw: Christmas, (mild) death]


[Scene: in the back room at work, preparing ingredients]

Brain:
♪ What makes you so high and mighty?
What makes you so qualified?
You can sit there and say "How many have the freedom?"
But how many more have died? ♫

Me: Hmm? Why *this* song?

[about a minute later]

Me: *goes into the front of house*

Radio, no longer drowned out by the hum of the refrigerator: ♪ --let them know it's Christmas time-- ♫

Me: Wait, is this some kind of subliminal shit?

Brain:
♪ Tell me, what can you say?
Tell me, who do you blame?
Like a mirror, you see yourself
These people each have a name ♫