I refuse to read between the lines anymore
Your fucking bullshit's plain to see
And I'm still amazed
At just how many sit, stare, believe and get wilfully fucked in the arse
No need to stand up, no need to face up
Just keep my head down, behave myself
And I'll let convention do my thinking for me
Do we lead, do we follow?
Do we want truth, or are we more comfortable with lies?
I will not concede myself to be a whore, and i will never be your pawn
Just watch these rats as they run for their lives when they're told they must
There's nothing chasing
What are you running from