Activist
I see you moving your mouth
There's no sense coming out
You pretend to care for everything you fucking read about
So what's the flavour of the week?
Which way to the flock of sheep?
Forever biting the hand that feeds
You offer resentment like you're fucking God
When you're gone for three days you'll just be forgot
Your seconds of fame leave as quick as you came and when the jokes on you
You give and not take
Look at all the people that you've taken for a ride
You're out for blood, leaving all sense behind
No facts or no truths here, your justice is blind
You signal your virtue, well you're fucking fake
Next week when it's over, you'll start over again
No actions for words, no means to your end
So sick of your bullshit, you're a waste of breath
You're out for blood
When you stand for nothing, you'll fall for anything
When you stand for nothing, you'll fall for anything
When you stand for nothing, you'll fall for anything
You stand for nothing, just shut the fuck up
Just shut the fuck up
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