How can it become
My form of rebellion
Is speaking the truth?

Soothsayers could not talk to God
The way I can
And you are not god
You are man

The whole worlds a cynic
What can you do for me?

And all that I see
Idiotic people everywhere
People people people
And people are stupid

The whole worlds a cynic
What can people offer?

How can it become
My form of rebellion
Is loving on?

Mystics don't know the spirits
The way I do
They talk to you
You haven't got a clue

The whole world's a cynic
What do we give?

Just people multiplying
Not living than dying
People people people
And people are stupid

The whole me is a cynic
And if I have nothing to say
That you want to hear
Nothing to make you smile when you don't deserve it

My form of rebellion is speaking truth
That goes over your head and through the roof
Something you'll never comprehend
But don't worry, I understand

People are stupid