I speak my mind I question theirs
It seems to me like no one really cares
Peripherally blind intellectually num
Ignorance by choice? or just plain fucking dumb?
Youre threatened by my mind you want everything the same
But my questions still remain
You boycott your brain you answer with fists
But my questions still persist
You can rearrange my face but you can't rearrange 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?
Ive done all that I can on my own
But stagnant minds persist to squeeze blood from this stone
But I wont bleed for you I have no need for you
Death will be the day I concede to you