we refuse to see the reach of the decisions that we 
make
they've been stripped of everything and still we take
we claim we're innocent, "we arent the ones who made 
these rules!"
this may be their machine but we provide the fuel

our dislocation manifests as brand identity
so naive we think that work will set us free
LET'S GET FREE
so hollow and we demand the world to follow
we are the cultureless, at home in emptiness

in every stitch you'll find abandoned goals and 
forgotten dreams
so vain, we proudly sport this misery
so cruel, we profit off their loss of dignity
is this who you want to be?

maybe you feel entitled
to be carried on the broken back of the people
THAT'S NOT MY WAY
or is that you think it's a fair trade?
their time and lives so you can masquerade
in the threads you think make you unique
the world must suffer for your fuckin' sneaks?

to the worst we've done to those abused

behind the fences their hearts still beat
in the rythm of production, the rythm of deceit
imagine their faces, their losses, and their pain
you look into their eyes and try to explain

we will not stay ignorant or turn a blind eye
we create the demand and they're held prisoner for 
supply
so i ask why do we do we continue to buy?
WE ARE NOT INNOCENT if we obey their rules
they've deceived us all and we will not be made fools

in every choice i make i try to think of the effect
i try my best to live my life based on respect
don't be misled by advertisments
'cause you're more than shoes bros
give up your excess

so give it up, give it all up
it was never yours to take
selfish as we have been
we must rectify our mistakes
GIVE IT UP!
GIVE IT UP!
GIVE IT ALL UP!
you gotta GIVE IT UP!

(FUCK YOUR DUNKS)