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