To resist is to piss in the wind.
Anyone who does will end up smelling.
Knowing this, why do I defy?
Because my inner voice is yelling.
There is a fist pressing against anyone who thinks something compelling.
Our intuit we're taught to deny,
and our soul we're told is for selling.

Get out from under them
resist and multiply!
Get out from under precipice
and see the sky!
Get out from under them
Resist, unlearn, defy!
Get out from under precipice
and see the sky!

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