I question everything I'm told When the only words that meet my ears Are of horrors that unfold. Outside the blinds of my suburban eyes, Chaotic control awaits. To overcome the conditional life I lead Is to strike down mountains and blot out the sky. I need to break the chains that hold me to the ground, And repave paradise. Restrictions and picket fences reign us in our homes While they tell us to Lay low, lay low. We will never be the ones to lay low, lay low. Tear away the doubt, And be a better man. Realize that I am a child of the world, Not a slave to this land. I am no slave to this land. Deconstruct this projection of love, Find your own and make a noise. Don't fade away In the face of opposition, I won't give a single inch, I'll stand my ground. Catch me if you can I'll turn my head and never look back. Stand up tall, and brace for the impact. I'm striving to say that I am no longer Mired in the struggle to live or to prosper. We are the cure to this cancer we call the world