Bleeding, nearly dying.
Still can't swallow your pride
Still can't face the fact that you've
Barely breathing, still denying
There's a knife in your side
And your writhing vain attempts you
Can't hide it.
Can't stand these conformist cattle.
Seeking some solace
I'm pulling your flag down.
And I wanna speak clearly
Without fear of recompense
And I want you to hear me
Without building your defense
And I wanna see through the smoke
That hides your eyes
And I want you to notice all the fear
And all the pain that shines through
All the lies.
I'm following you, but you don't know
Where you're going
We're looking to you to tell us where
You're offering truth, but it's news
That's not worth knowing.
(Can't stand these conformist cattle.
Seeking some solace)