Myth 
Respect it, effected, defective 
Not backing not packing 
Dig "EM" up, Dig "EM" up, Dig "EM" up 


So many things that make me sick 
So down with those self-absorbed hypocrites 
And newborn racists who cover their faces 
They're not so shameless but tasteless and faceless 
There are boundaries on cultural differences 
And oppressing under privileged kids 
What's with this, what's with this 
So many things that make me sick 


Common wars in tales of different towns 
Aggression it lives for clowns 
My mission is to tell you of this 
Someone holding you down just raise your fist 
Why aren't men always free 
Slavery, returning disease 
What's with this, what's with this 
So many things that make me sick 


Free the man, free all of them 
Free the land, united we can stand 


You've lost your thought 
But thought is all you've got 
Boy stop you're caught 
You're thicker than a rock 


Any minute now, any minute now 
People will realize there's people dying 
People will realize there's people trying 
To make ends meet 
To keep from defeat 
To save face and their families 
And here we are the selfish beasts