Who Will Help Me Bake This Bread?

[Verse 1]
I speak my mind, I question theirs
It seems to me like no one really cares
Peripherally blind, intellectually numb
Ignorance by choice, or just plain fucking dumb?

[Pre-Chorus 1]
You're threatened by my mind, you want everything the same
But my questions still remain
You boycott your brain, you answer with fists
My question still persists

[Chorus]
You can re-arrange my face
But you can't re-arrange my mind
You can beat this shell about me
But you can't touch what's inside

[Verse 2]
So now who will help me bake this bread?
Who will be the first to speak and leave complacency for dead?
I've done all that I can on my own
Yet stagnant minds persist to squeeze blood from this stone

[Pre-Chorus 2]
But I won't bleed for you, I've no need for you
Bleed for you
Death will be the day I concede to you
You boycott your brain, you answer with fists
My question still persists

[Chorus]
You can re-arrange my face
But you can't re-arrange my mind
You can beat this shell about me
But you can't touch what's inside

[Refrain]
What's inside