What's wrong is right What's right is wrong What's true is false What's false is true You always need your rights Oh, your precious rights How dare anyone take them from you Even your own maker Just shut your filthy mouths, you pigs I'll speak up again Even if they speak against me No matter what If they persecute me, if they threaten me If they imprison me, if they hate me If they outcast me No matter what, I'll always speak up Cause in the end, the truth is the one thing we can't give up They're like the devil's pawns I see them marching towards the furnace With vantablack blindfolds on Being told where to march by the devil He sounds nice so that they fall for it And so they do fall They all fall into the furnace Because they were listening to the devil unconsciously The devil doesn't show as the devil But as your pa**ions and your ambitions You all fall in love with your goals and yourselves And that, my friends, is where you fall into his deadly snare You think ignoring the monster will make it go away Yet that very thought is stirred up within you by the devil himself So whether you give him attention or not, he'll still be there He's not going anywhere Not for a while