I speak my mind I question theirs

It seems to me like no one really cares.

Peripherally blind intellectually numb

Ignorance by choice? Or just plain fucking dumb?

You're threatened by my mind

You want everything the same

But my questions still remain



You boycott your brain

You answer with fists

My question still persists

You can re-arrange my face

but you canīt re-arrange my mind

You can beat this shell about me

but you can't touch what's inside



So now who will help me bake this bread?

Who will be the first to speak and leave complacency for dead?

I've done all that I can on my own

But stagnant minds persist to squeeze blood from this stone.

But I won't bleed for you

I' ve no need for you

need for you

Death will be the day I conceed to you



You boycott your brain

You answer with fists

My question still persists

You can re-arrange my face

but you canīt re-arrange my mind

You can beat this shell about me

but you can't touch what's inside

whatīs inside