T.S.O.T.

Why are you so afraid of thinking for yourself
Why do you lie down and cannot care
Can't you see this world
...is yours to rape and yours to bleed
It's yours to shape and yours to lead

If you're counting on the wind to solve your problems
Sorry pal but nothing will change with a slight breeze
For the wind of change isn't some god's breath
It's someone's life, blood and sweat

The king is never more
Than the obediance of the simple-minded
Why is the keep now empty and powerless?
Because enough of us saw beneath the veil
And asked for what is ours

To be free from the shame of thought
To take responsibility for our actions
To be leaders of our world
Not followers of some delusions

It's yours to rape
It's yours to bleed
It's yours to shape
It's yours to lead