-1Not As I Don't Do

Felt-tipped rebellion

Unread words of unwed lords

No gods. no masters

We all fall faster

All gods, self-mastered

We are the disaster

We are our own words, Set to the tunes of swords

Don't bother throwing stones, Lest we be pelted by machines

Don't dare to leave your homes, or question what this means

We will our words to harm, but we fear to plant the seed

We call our men to arms, without taking the lead

We are no example

We are no example

We are all just fucking artists

And most of us shit ones at that