Out From Under

Incubus

To resist is to piss in the wind, anyone who does will end up smelling 
Knowing this why do I defy 
Cuz my inner voice is yelling 
There is a fist pressing against, anyone who thinks something compelling 
Our intuit we're taught to deny 
And our soul we're told is for selling 
Get out from under them 
Resist and multiply 
Get out from under precipice 
Bless and see the sky