Staring inward all day Indulgent, self-involved navel gaze A revolution in Belarus I put my energies to other use I don't like feeling powerless It's hard enough staying hydrated Brain is set for demolition A bomb vest strapped to my vision I'm not One for Anthems, slogans, or tricks Simple Cadence To sell cheap shit Don't believe a thing From the man on stage Wish I could get religion Some silly suit or submission But even head wounds won't permit The kind of buy-in your cult insists I'm not One for Anthems, slogans, or tricks Simple Cadence To sell cheap shit There is Only Yourself, myself, and noise Fear not Real thought Pain in the ass, but it's all you've got