| So you’re bored with yourself, you still got yourself, you all know what I mean |
| To negotiate or infiltrate, fucking separate and keep on singing |
| I was always taught to follow, I was always taught to buy indoctrination by |
| design |
| Made some noise and called it «song», see eye to eye with who sings along |
| Kids don’t know about a basement show, no radio, but I’ll keep singing |
| Won’t let them have control of my life, won’t go down without a fight |
| In your tradition I’ll defy |
| You may say it’s just a sound, but I know there’s more than just |
| A soundtrack that keeps people coming around |
| You may say it’s just a sound |
| I’m hearing lies from a suit and tie, I hope you all know what I mean |
| Your industry don’t mean shit to me, I’ve got nothing to lose |
| So I’ll keep on singing |
| I was always taught to follow, accept their doctrines as my own |
| Can’t let them reap what they have sown |
| I’ve got no voice but I’ve got a saong, I need nothing else to carry on |
| No negotiations, no infiltration, fucking separation is what I’m singing |
| Dug my own grave again, one too many times |
| Been through this shit enough to know I just can’t stay in line |
| This ain’t no anthem, We must fight them |