Will you battle my intentions,
Will you fight against the flood?
Will you let your misdirection
Drag your name into the mud?
This ever-growing tension
Promotes your apathetic shrug
As your cold, rebel dissension
Tries to keep your conscience drugged.
Will you keep yourself afloat
By someone's faintly pious deeds?
Will you raise your head and boast
Or try to hide among the trees?
What you know we hate the most
Is what you seem to think you need
While you waste away our hope
That you'll escape your selfish greed.