Hit And Run

I'm not afraid of your unjustified prudence

I'm the product of a nugatory son

The dropout of a school of life student

It's a mental hit and run

Fighting a war

A foe you can't see

Spending beyond your chemistry

You didn't ask to come

You were born within

Get up and fight

And revel when you win

So what the fuck is all this intellect illusion?

They won't exceed the view they're looking down

The hypocrites in do discretion

So take all your fake insistence

You have your own consequence

Rise with your resistance

Be sorry when you're dead

What matters in the end