Question Everything Poem by Sven Rhoads

Tales of old have been carrying rocks
'Thats how it goes', it completely sucks
Too many excuses to remain in sloth
Burning futures, charred up and lost

Don't be just another down the assembly line
To play the victim cause you've got no spine
Place a storm within your heart
Every revolution needs a start

They tell you what to say, what to believe, what to think
They only like you when you're on your knees
They're going to push you off the edge, under thumb, to the brink
Unless you stand and refuse to take it anymore

Smile like a razorblade until you turn around
Hissing in your ears then skipping out of town
Stealing your very eyes right out of your skull
Don't need to be the quickest whip as long as your knife isn't dull

Must they never learn until its too late
There's never enough upon their plate
Just suck you dry like a parasite
Too weak, too dumb to bring the fight

Don't be just another empty face in the crowd
Each of the dominos will only bring you down
Question what you hear, what you see
Or be one more in hypocrisy