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