The deformation of this land   That I hold dear   The fornication of our rights   Forgotten   Fit the mold or at odds be damned      Fear is our tradition   Rise from the sheep we are   Face your destination   Or be predetermined   We'll find our own way out      Trust the plain and simple minds   So moronic   Feel the knife inside our backs   Still thrusting   Sheltered eyes   See blind      Fear is our tradition   Rise from the sheep we are   Face your destination   Or be predetermined   We'll find our own way out      Seek the truth   Or pay the price   Turn off the box   Think for yourself   Hang from your mind   Within your cell   Remember what it's like to care   Bring about change      Fear is out tradition   Fear is our tradition   Rise from the sheep we are   Face your destination   Or be predetermined   We'll find our own way out