The resist stance

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,
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,
the spirit of resistance, you gotta hold your grip,
because passion unabated can be
readily conflated as belligerence

It’s a dangerous slip, a conscientious shift,
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, the resist stance,
take a stance, the resist stance,
take a stance, the resist stance.