Give someone some piece of your mind.
Shine it, shine what youve been assigned.
Has your identity sold out?
Sit in the back and make no sound,
this earth will swallow you down.
Honest it makes you sick.
You dont act on what you thinks right.
Honestly want to kick down,
doors that keep you in.
Let your hair down.
Sometimes relax your stiff posture.
Or so they say, all work no play make you dull.
Chance to change the patterns were born to.
A fear of appearing too concerned,
try to speak, but the words just get stuck.
Honest it makes you sick.
You dont act on what you thinks right.
Honestly want to kick down,
doors that keep you in.
Each time you get to raise your hand for changes you dont know your luck,
so put yourself to use like,
you were taught by, by your heroes.
You speak your mind, thats something.
You speak your mind, thats something.
We dont get it too often