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