ŞARKI SÖZÜ
I go up against the grain.
You're like boa constriction, don't lube the friction.
Spiritual got impeached like Nixon.
Anorexic generation x result by default the inner man assault.
Beat to a pulp confined from the river and no limbs for the body.
Prodigals are being forced to eat pig's food.
When the church has a feast for this starving crew.
You cannot ever muzzle me from reprimanding what puzzles me.
The rigid formalities of mankind that choke the hidden man.
As you proclaim "Let us make God in our own image".
And when you're finished you've manipulated my passion.
I'm come out thrashing.
The sky turns red as I migraine the head.
Liberty is what we need.
Father set us free.
Go up against the grain, I'm untied.
Go up against the grain.
