• I'd cut off my own hand to show I wasn't joking
    When you asked if I was kidding about those things I said
    I'd choke down hot coals still smoking
    Just to prove I'll damn myself before being misled.
    Don't come to me with your act of conscription
    Your state of the union, an address of lies
    Don't try to give me one damn prescription
    I won't go the way your complacent ones die.
    implanting microchips, to keep track of us like cattle
    I'll never give in to the branding
    I'll never stop fighting the battle
    And for my allegiance you'll never stop demanding
    But my mind is free, my body property of none
    The second the state controls my life
    Is the second, that I'm done.