I'm not your target market 
Don't live with a sitcom mom and dad 
I'm a different kind 
Don't identify, no 

So go build another billboard 
That's telling me how I need to think 
Or how to fix my skin 
I'm not buying in 

You'll never touch my soul 
Never penetrate 
Can't get inside my skull 
My body is yours to break 

I'll be incarcerated 
Manipulated left and right 
Tortured for my pride 
Even if I die 

You'll never touch my soul 
Never penetrate 
Can't get inside my skull 
My body is yours to break 

I see too many people die 
Looted, by somebody else's notion of a lifestyle 
Taking the place of a single cell 
Can anyone tell me 
They've never been influenced by propaganda? 
The casualties of this consume my culture 
Fall into line with a silent cry 

As we speak there's a temperature rising 
A child who is barely alive 
One beyond just the physical something survives 
something survives