[Chorus] Conformity all around All I wanna do is tear it down If you think they're wrong, you're right Just be ready to fight Fight, Fight! My whole
: [Chorus] Conformity all around All I wanna do is tear it down If you think they're wrong, you're right Just be ready to fight Fight, Fight! My whole
ease is consequence enough for a fall But I know you love to take the risk The past is weakness Don’t beg the question when the answer is war There are
dressing and you start leaving and i start crying and i start screaming the heavy breathing but whats the reason. always get the reaction you wanted im actually fronting im askin you somthing yo answer this question
leavin And I start crying And I start screamin The heavy breathin Well, what's the reason Always get the reaction you wanted I'm actually fronting I'm asking you something Yo, answer this question
And I start crying, and I start screaming The heavy breathing but what's the reason? Always get the reaction you wanted I'm actually fronting, I'm askin' you something Yo, answer this question
to fight it am i lost or misguided seems like everything lately is making me mad is it you that i'm missing or just someone to listen theres more questions
so numb And our feelings unsure We all have emptiness inside We all have answers to find But you can't win this fight Hey, I have to question What's
I heard some news from a friend of mine Strugglin' with the woes of life Just broken down as the rain kept steady pourin' We questioned and we philosophized
her chest, cold air brushed against open flesh No room to rest, pain consumed each breath Shot twice wit her hands up Police questioned but shot before she answered
a letter Either way I've have to know Did I never treat you right? Did I always start the fight? Either way I'm going out of my mind All the answers to my questions
talk, the less I can take, oh I'm looking for attention not another question Should you stay or should you go? Well if you don't have the answer, why
' fold up Ask around partner, got this whole shit sewed up Gotcha' cryin' like, "Man I wanna blow up" Cowards make me sick, swear to god I wanna throw-up Answer
what's it gonna be?) (I know my rights) (One phone call from me and your son's going to a foster home) (Whatever) (Answer the question) I don't have to answer
dressin and you start leavin and i start cryin and i start screamin the heavy breathin but whats the reason always get the reaction you one that im actually frontin im askin you somethin yo answer this question
About what you're goin' through Did you really wanna die? This question now keeps repeatin' in my mind A shot heard in the night, an unheard cry, a fatal fight