Hey, Mister. You ain’t no king

Or master of truth

It ain’t easy to look wise

Behind those mischief eyes

Despite your beliefs

The world does not revolve around you

How can you have so great a scorn

Right into where you were born?

We’re not your whim’s slaves

Or pawns on your chessboard

We’ll crash against the waves

We’ll not yield our swords

Hey, Mister. You ain’t no deity

Intended to be worshiped

In this weirdo kingdom

With no place to freedom

So many pages

Heartburn filled

Under the blue cover we will make our stand

You’re no longer on demand

We’re not your whim’s slaves

Or pawns on your chessboard

We’ll crash against the waves

We’ll not yield our swords

You may despise

Whoever you want

Believe in no law

Except your own

Frighten with threats

The ones who face you

And utter all words

Of unspeakable wrath

No matter what

You’ll never beat

The power behind

An honest mind

We’re not your whim’s slaves

Or pawns on your chessboard

We’ll crash against the waves

We’ll not yield our swords