Remover - Traditions lyrics

Your traditions mean sh** to me. You're still holding on To that bullsh** ideology Stuck in the past No sense of change to see A lack of independence Is what I really see Like a child with no one to play You're just tied to your mommy's apron strings. Use the goddamn thing between your goddamn ears And start to f**ing think, Start to f**ing think! Do you need that following of medieval rules I bet you need someone to beat that sh** out of you Knock knock. Who's there? It's equality kicking your front door. Your black and white dream is f**ing over Blank pages on your holy book? Your church is burning. Where is your preacherman? Where is your preacherman? You are a dying breed. The water is poisoned. Can I get a f**ng amen? Can I get a f**ng amen now?