Rising up above this wickedness
And unfazed by your endless myths
Hands all around reach to slow him down
He s all about this sound
We aren t playing by your rules
We ll never play the fools
So, no, you can t take what s inside of me
All about the sound from way out
He s got the scars just to prove he s "down"
No apologies to confuse his brain
His argument is sustained
He s walking, non-stopping out of the shadows
Sounds of the new-he s got a look in his eye
(that says) There s something more than you re feeding him
He s not afraid to say...no
You re talking, non-stopping echoing voices
But nothing you said made a dent in my head
I m hearing you fearing him cause he s not afraid
He s not about bowing down to what you say
You hate us cause we ll never go away
And like some sort of fungus we re growing everyday
And our knuckles aren t dragging so I guess that leaves to say
Our message isn t stopping until you drag us all away
Hear the silent ignorant voices spew:
"You re all a pack of disoriented youth"
He lives to see the day those vices end
But until then I ll send this...
Off to you |
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