False Punk - Oppressor lyrics

I don't know who wrote this book And I don't care who sang that song It's nothing good to fall upon It's no one who I follow along Don't tell me what you believe Tell me what you know You forge your own morals from the sh** that you borrow Taking for granted all the tomorrows Forcing a constant apology, pressing your guilt on all that you see Well, all those fingers that you pointed are flipping birds back at you Pushing your pushing pushing too hard Oppressor your pressure is getting on my nerves