fear is our tradition

the deformation of this land

that i hold dear

the fornication of our rights

forgotten

fit the mold or at odds be damned

fear is our tradition

rise from the sheep we are

face your destination

or be predetermined

we'll find our own way out

trust the plain and simple minds

so moronic

feel the knife inside our backs

still thrusting

sheltered eyes

see blind

fear is our tradition

rise from the sheep we are

face your destination

or be predetermined

we'll find our own way out

seek the truth

or pay the price

turn off the box

think for yourself

hang from your mind

within your cell

remember what it's like to care

bring about change

fear is out tradition

fear is our tradition

rise from the sheep we are

face your destination

or be predetermined

we'll find our own way out