out from under

Incubus

To resist is to piss in the wind
Anyone who does will end up smelling
Knowing this, why do I defy?
Because my inner voice is yelling
There is a fist pressing against
anyone who thinks something compelling
Our intuit we're taught to deny
and our soul we're told is for selling.

Get out from under them
resist and multiply!
Get out from under precipice
and see the sky!
Get out from under them
Resist, unlearn, defy!
Get out from under
precipice and see the sky!