Sometimes Selling Out Is Waking Up

We take ourselves too seriously
We sneak as many politics as we can
But who will be the last to realize
That sometimes selling out is waking up?

So here we are, two different walks of life
Crossed once before
And it still takes a thousand miles to co-exist
We are the same, just trying to exist

If rewritten pamphlets is the best clarity can provide
Then you need one worse than me
Being delusional, well, that's a whole new bag, and it's fine
It's fine with everyone until you touch them

(Nothing is said, no matter how angry or impassioned it may seem)

And, when they finally had enough
They leave, they leave in fear
Your legacy will forever be self-righteousness
And violence against your own, against your own

They can candycoat their hardline roots
All they want, but I've seen the tapes
Don't ever let those clowns define you

We take ourselves too seriously
We never leave our politics at home
There will always be a struggle
Well, sometimes selling out is waking up