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!