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