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
when you cling to your 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 can be readily conflated with belligerence.

It´s a dangerous slip and a conscientious shift.
In 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.
Take a stance. The resist stance.
Take a stance. The resist stance.
Take a stance. The resist stance!