You’re hiding silver from those who own golden mines
You’re drawing circles for those who only see in lines
You’re clawing at the faces of those with ostentatious diamond eyes
You’re fighting with those who’ve had you hypnotised
Become a parasite, this is no revolution
Become a thorn in their side, this is no revolution
Nobody moves and nobody gets hurt
stay still in the knowledge that you won’t break in half
Nobody moves and it only gets worse
Lay bare as the blood dries in your heart
Become a parasite, this is no revolution
Become a thorn in their side, this is no revolution
Throw yourself in the lion’s den
Be smoke in the hornet’s nest
Release the voice inside your head
Be heretics to those so blessed
Become a parasite, this is no revolution
Become a thorn in their side, this is no revolution
No revolution