Fear Is Our Tradition

The deformation of this land

That I hold dear

The fornication of our rights

Forgotten

Fit the mold or at odds be damnedFear is our tradition

Rise from the sheep we are

Face your destination

Or be predetermined

We'll find our own way outTrust the plain and simple minds

So moronic

Feel the knife inside our backs

Still thrusting

Sheltered eyes

See blindFear is our tradition

Rise from the sheep we are

Face your destination

Or be predetermined

We'll find our own way outSeek the truth

Or pay the price

Turn off the box

Think for yourself

Hang from your mind

Within your cell

Remember what it's like to care

Bring about changeFear is out tradition

Fear is our tradition

Rise from the sheep we are

Face your destination

Or be predetermined

We'll find our own way out