These wicked games are just a waste of space and your poor taste
This crooked ruse has changed my attitude of you and the truth
In self-defense,
we will
raise our fist in the air
With eloquence,
we will make them start to care
And through the barricades that separate
We will burn them all to the ground
And on our better days,
we're choosing love over hate
And we will not be shut down
We're in the lockdown
This winter chill has got me taking all the pills And yeah,
cheap thrills
This power *** has taken all we had And can't
get it back
In self-defense,
we will raise our fist in the air
With eloquence,
we will make them start to care
And through the barricades that separate We
will burn them all to the ground
And on our better days,
we're choosing love over hate
And we will not be shut down
We're in the lockdown