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

When you cling to your 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 can be readily conflated with belligerence

It's a dangerous slip and a conscientious shift

In 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!