What's wrong is right
What's right is wrong
What's true is false
What's false is true
You always need your rights
Oh, your precious rights
How dare anyone take them from you
Even your own maker
Just shut your filthy mouths, you pigs
I'll speak up again
Even if they speak against me
No matter what
If they persecute me, if they threaten me
If they imprison me, if they hate me
If they outcast me
No matter what, I'll always speak up
Cause in the end, the truth is the one thing we can't give up
They're like the devil's pawns
I see them marching towards the furnace
With vantablack blindfolds on
Being told where to march by the devil
He sounds nice so that they fall for it
And so they do fall
They all fall into the furnace
Because they were listening to the devil unconsciously
The devil doesn't show as the devil
But as your pa**ions and your ambitions
You all fall in love with your goals and yourselves
And that, my friends, is where you fall into his deadly snare
You think ignoring the monster will make it go away
Yet that very thought is stirred up within you by the devil himself
So whether you give him attention or not, he'll still be there
He's not going anywhere
Not for a while