You've got a lot to loose

It's delicate and there's proof

But it's not worthy of news

Your target is the young

You pierce your hook through the tongue

Reeling them in one by one

You're nothing more than a prisoner in this place that you call home

The inability to think for yourself is all you've ever known

You've got a lot to say

But your words are a plague

Spreading hate and washing brains

Your proverbs are a joke

They're only there to provoke

You won't force them down my throat

You're nothing more than a prisoner in this place that you call home

The inability to think for yourself is all you've ever known

You're nothing more than a prisoner in this place that you call home

The inability to think for yourself is all you've ever known

You've got a lot to loose

It's delicate and there's proof

But it's not worthy of news