In The Late Hour
Horizontal lines stretch out so far
Reach out for a hand in the dark
Watching all the colors drifting by
Look forever down that mountainside
Feel the cool air rise off the ground
I decide what is right or wrong
I decide what can pass or fail
I rely on my good luck charm
Stepping over oceans
Walk across the sky
Universe is shrinking
Down to size
Try to dissolve into space
No one is deceitful
Nothing untrue
Ignoring what is certain
Believe a lie
Conscience can escape from inside
Ima
Lotto karamba What Are You Gonna Do?
What are you gonna do, when they tell you what to do?
Taught at a young age, to respect the men in blue
And due their fucking state control, your forced to go into their schools
Where they teach us twisted history and make us pledge allegiance to their flag
It's time that the next generation learned to think for them-fucking-selves
What are you gonna do
When they tell you what to do? (X4)
Taught at a young age, what was wrong and what was right
And as they impose their rules of suspension they hope we won't put up a fight
Well they teach us twisted history and make us pledge allegiance to their flag
You don't need a paper to say you're smart if you can think for yourself
What are you gonna do
When they tell you what to do (X4)
Don't let them tell to you what to do
The teachers in your class or the bullies in your school
Don't let them tell you how to think
Your parents or some fucking shrink
Don't let the, tell you how to act
Wait till they see that you're dropping out of class
Don't let the school district tell you what to do
Tell everybody...FUCK YOU