Voted in, I'm just the spokesman here   A robot I'm not, I feel the same fears   Pressure on my back and I must respond   Say the word and I'll be gone, I'm gone      I say attack while the world is trembling   Then get criticized 'cause we felt the sting   An indecisive mind cannot be a judge   Stand by your fighting words   Your words      Everybody is a book of blood   Subverting society with a magic touch   Well, I refuse to engage   Don't condemn the judgment of another   'Cause it differs from your own   You may both be wrong      Pressure on my back   And I must respond   Say the word and I'll be gone   Gone, I'm gone      No end   No friend   No end   Defend   God send