Seeds of rebellion lay outside your front doorIf you nourish them and water them they’ll grow into a healthy what for?And if revolution isn’t what’s in storeHow can you care anymore?It’s a dangerous slip,a conscientious shiftIn the spirit of resistance you gotta hold your gripLest the state of your resolve makes you quickly devolve to a fundamentalistYou’re an archetype,that they can pin to the wallAs you cling to all convictions like a farm animal in its stallNever thinking of the bigger world outsideAs they take you for a rideIt’s a dangerous slip,a conscientious shiftIn the spirit of resistance you gotta hold your gripBecause passion unabated will be readily conflated with belligerenceIt’s a dangerous slip,a conscientious shiftThe spirit of resistance you gotta hold your gripAnd the verdict won’t be kind ‘cuz they’re desperate for a viable alternativeTake a stance. The Resist stance.