Paroles de The Resist Stance

Seeds of rebellion lay outside your front door If you nourish them and water them they'll grow into a healthy what for? And if revolution isn't what's in store How can you care anymore? It's a dangerous slip, a conscientious shift In the spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip Lest the state of your resolve makes you quickly devolve to a fundamentalist You're an archetype, that they can pin to the wall As you cling to all convictions like a farm animal in its stall Never thinking of the bigger world outside As they take you for a ride It's a dangerous slip, a conscientious shift In the spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip Because passion unabated will be readily conflated with belligerence It's a dangerous slip, a conscientious shift The spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip And the verdict won't be kind 'cuz they're desperate for a viable alternative Take a stance. The Resist stance.