Lyrics by Dave Petersen
I hope I never stop struggling
Check my pulse
I want to always give in to giving away
Feeling the pressure
Sweat on my brow
My calling card is working hard every day
Stalking executives playing the dirty hand
Bulldozing ghetto land
That's a bad business, man
You'll be held up to right
When you've known it from wrong
All along secret society was wrong
So tell me, who is the hand pressing down on the man who is trying to change?
So tell me, who is the hand pressing down on the man who is trying to be saved?
Secret society
Your every move is what they see
Don't do what they say
We've got to spread this infection
Word to soul
A super sport hotrod to the frontline
Forget depression
Don't take their medicine
We need you straight
We're running late and out of time
Hit up the CEO
Talk to the factory head
Got to get out of bed
They can't hear you when you're dead
You'll be held up to right
When you've known it from wrong
All along secret society was wrong
As long as it's a secret
We're not safe
And if we keep it
Nothing will change
But if we tell it
Well, we could die
If you don't believe it
You will one day
We're not safe