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
As you cling to all 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 will be readily conflated with belligerence

It's a dangerous slip,
A conscientious shift
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.