this time i know what it's all about, apology for something that's no one's fault, you follow something that's all laid out but never break free cause of fear and doubt, in the scene i stand i'm surrounded by a book, a list of things i'm not rebellion models think i should, be what they are, what thy want me to be, now what the fuck is that, would you except me no, can't you see your music's based on rebellion not to follow all the rules but to create like those who did it back then, keep it the same, no progress, ya well we're fine the way it is, if you lock us up, then when will you let us out.