They've got an army of accountants counting matchsticks

An arsenal of distraction tactics

They'll use our senses against us

Manipulating desire and consensus

They'll use guns they'll use tear gas

I can hear the sound of boots on broken plate glass

We'll use song as inspiration

To be the rust in their machine is our intention

It's time

We've got to set it right

But these devils can't be fought with fists

Dissent they want to shut it down

Just run your mouth boy you've made their list

Lie down down with one eye open now

I know that sleep is the cousin of death

The hammer's swinging down down down

So fight back 'til your last breath

Fight back

Fight back

Fight back fight back

Fight back

Fight back man

Fight back

Fight back

You wonder why we always play it safe

Our comforts are tying us down holding us back