or
Incubus

To resist is to piss in the wind
Anyone who does will end up smelling

Knowing this, why do I defy?
Because my inner voice is yelling

There is a fist pressing against
Anyone who thinks something compelling

Our intuit we're taught to deny
And our soul we're told is for selling

Get out from under them
Resist and multiply
Get out from under precipice
And see the sky

Get out from under them
Resist, unlearn, defy
Get out from under the precipice and see the sky

Written by BOYD, BRANDON CHARLES/EINZIGER, MICHAEL AARON
Published by EMI Music Publishing

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