Defiant Disorder

I’ve got a bad habit, of asking questions I don’t care what they think I run against the masses Everytime I hear the same thing over and over I get an itch under my skin, A fire in my chest A fury I cannot tame I can’t help but challenge it Call it out! Notions of naught, your thinking is corrupt! Truths defined by nothing, words without meaning Haters of logic, now define sound reasoning? I won’t have it, No I won’t listen! Say what you want, your words are as you say, filled to the brim with emptiness, from nothing they come and into nothing they go But I won’t follow! I’ve got a bad habit, of asking questions I don’t care what they think I run against the masses This worlds a broken record Saying the same thing over and over Ahh I'm gettin an Itch under my skin The fury is rising To a fire I can’t resist This isn’t hellfire, this is Fire From Heaven Your compliant rebellion is sorely lacking in one thing, You mistake adherence to demons, for the virtue of defiance. You do everything they say, as if it was of your own devising They implant their demon philosophy, into your brain, through their social broadcasting I’ve got a bad habit, of asking questions I don’t care what you think I run against the masses Get out of my way!