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.