Seeds of rebellion lay outside your front door. If you nourish them and water them they'll grow into a healthy what for? And if revolution isn't what's in store, How can you care anymore? It's a dangerous slip, a conscientious shift. In the spirit of resistance, you gotta hold your grip, Lest the state of your resolve makes you quickly devolve To a fundamentalist, yeah. You're an archetype they can pin to the wall. When you cling to your convictions like a farm animal in its stall, Never thinking of the bigger world outside, As they take you for a ride. It's a dangerous slip, a conscientious shift. In the spirit of resistance, you gotta hold your grip. Because passion unabated can be readily conflated As belligerence; go. It's a dangerous slip, a conscientious shift. In the spirit of resistance, you gotta hold your grip. And the verdict won't be kind 'cause they're desperate for a viable alternative. Take a stance (take a stance), the resist stance. Take a stance (take a stance), the resist stance. Take a stance (take a stance), the resist stance. Take a stance (take a stance), the resist stance.