Activist

I see you moving your mouth

There's no sense coming out

You pretend to care for everything you fucking read about

So what's the flavour of the week?

Which way to the flock of sheep?

Forever biting the hand that feeds

You offer resentment like you're fucking God

When you're gone for three days you'll just be forgot

Your seconds of fame leave as quick as you came

And when the joke's on you, you give and not take

You give and not take

Look at all the people that you've taken for a ride

You're out for blood, leaving all sense behind

No facts or no truths here, your justice is blind

You signal your virtue, well you're fucking fake

Next week when it's over, you'll start over again

No actions for words, no means to your end

So sick of your bullshit, you're a waste of breath

You're out for blood

You're out for blood

If you stand for nothing, you'll fall for everything

If you stand for nothing, you'll fall for anything

If you stand for nothing, you'll fall for everything

If you stand for nothing, just shut the fuck up

Just shut the fuck up