We won't die for your lie!
Neck-tie, turban, up-do, crown
Mitre, cop hat, bring 'em down
The world in a corroded state of mind
The fellowship of copycats
The feeding of the rich
High society has high season, yeah
This is the rising of the underdog
The tourniquet of our bleeding society
Within the circle without fear
You're the center of the life you bear
At the top of the food chain taking a break
Terror of perspectives
Heads up high and make believe
With the foot pressed on the pedal
Hit the wall while we're asleep
This is the rising of the underdog
The tourniquet of our bleeding society
Made of flesh and bone
Embodied image of our evolution
With this life we own
Downstream or revolution
Feel the wind as it turns
Hear the silence, now it's gone
The ending of the poor being sold
We won't shut up for money
Won't buy your shit for peace
Yeah, I bet you've seen it coming
So come on, fucker, catch me if you can
This is the rising of the underdog
The tourniquet of our bleeding society
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