Lyrics by Dave Petersen



I hope I never stop struggling

Check my pulse

I want to always give in to giving away

Feeling the pressure

Sweat on my brow

My calling card is working hard every day

Stalking executives playing the dirty hand

Bulldozing ghetto land

That's a bad business, man

You'll be held up to right

When you've known it from wrong

All along secret society was wrong



So tell me, who is the hand pressing down on the man who is trying to change?

So tell me, who is the hand pressing down on the man who is trying to be saved?



Secret society

Your every move is what they see

Don't do what they say



We've got to spread this infection

Word to soul

A super sport hotrod to the frontline

Forget depression

Don't take their medicine

We need you straight

We're running late and out of time

Hit up the CEO

Talk to the factory head

Got to get out of bed

They can't hear you when you're dead

You'll be held up to right

When you've known it from wrong

All along secret society was wrong



As long as it's a secret

We're not safe

And if we keep it

Nothing will change

But if we tell it

Well, we could die

If you don't believe it

You will one day



We're not safe






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