(Verse 1)
The revolution won't be televised, it'll be on YouTube, independence representin' the essence of new youth, a little bit o' this, and a little bit o' that, people scratch their heads like vinyl, sampling each path, 'cause the puzzle's too big to think we got every piece, no one truly knows where we go when deceased, I lost my footing when I tried to take a stand, so I put things together the only way I can, religion says that ya need a deity, but I no longer believe them, I just believe in me, what you get out of life is more opinion than fact, what I choose to do, tell me, whose business is that, the next generation won't be disenfranchised, no allegiance to the vision in the man's eyes, push a weed whacker though the grassroots, built from the ground up, without the foundation of your castles

(Chorus)
This world that we're livin' in, never givin' in, bitterer than vinegar, so we can't taste the cinnamon, the old guard doesn't protect, so to hell with being ignorant, there's no time to be innocent, vexed, perplexed, depressed, brains riddled with Ritalin, anti-depressants, answering questions they quiz us with, I've tried to be direct, but there's too many middlemen, so, instead I'm connectin' the dots with a squiggle pen

(Verse 2)
Some look to a book written by human men, they say their eyes are opened but they blindly take their truth from them, and I used to embrace a faith that I was raised up with, but as I came of age I changed up things, 'cause the light I saw at the end of the tunnel was refracted, which led to a skewed point of view and reaction, so I had to reroute the passion, I can't keep goin' through the motions of this repetition, if faith was certain, it wouldn't be faith by definition, debated and related through interpretations and discussions, but the so called instructions before leaving earth are hardly basic if every holy text contains contradicting statements, so much love and common sense mixed with intolerance, yeah, I got a problem with

(Chorus)
This world that we're livin' in, never givin' in, bitterer than vinegar, so we can't taste the cinnamon, the old guard doesn't protect, so to hell with being ignorant, there's no time to be innocent, vexed, perplexed, depressed, brains riddled with Ritalin, anti-depressants, answering questions they quiz us with, I've tried to be direct, but there's too many middlemen, so, instead I'm connectin' the dots with a squiggle pen

(Verse 3)
There's meaning in the cracks if ya read between the lines, meaning underground if ya dig deep enough to find, life's like a movie, except with better actors and no plot, and half of us don't watch, tossed out the script, improvised the dialogue, maneuver through the Rubik's Cube while others sit inside a box, the common man ain't the wanted man, the ideas of those on the outside are treated like contraband, steppin' into ideological warfare, cultures clashin', all the masses torn there, the window to the answers is tinted, life's just a coin flip from the moment it's minted, if ya stare long enough into the void, eventually you're gonna see your own singular voice, and hear it, too, and some call that spiritual, but life is what you make it, it's all how it appears to you

(Chorus)
This world that we're livin' in, never givin' in, bitterer than vinegar, so we can't taste the cinnamon, the old guard doesn't protect, so to hell with being ignorant, there's no time to be innocent, vexed, perplexed, depressed, brains riddled with Ritalin, anti-depressants, answering questions they quiz us with, I've tried to be direct, but there's too many middlemen, so, instead I'm connectin' the dots with a squiggle pen