Beat that idiot with your strongest fist

and tie his hands behind his back.

And tell him that it's within your rights

as a superhuman with a purpose oh so bright.

 

I'd rather be... making up my own mind.

 

All hail the watchers, poking their fingers in our backs, they're defending our lives, 

a million miles away.

 

Are we too blind to see that liberty and royalty are not the friends they claim to be? The ignorant will never be free.

 

An army of egos' with concrete walls defined, it takes a smart phone to know a dumb phoney from behind.

I'd rather be dead inside than to fill my heart with your designs.

 

Yours. Is not mine.

So keep your dirty paws off my stuff.

Like an old crook in a new book singing praise. To the one right that in his site is base.

 

I'd rather be dead inside

Than to wage wars by your side

With a lead head living by command

I'd rather be dead inside.

 

One.

 

Last.

 

Taste.