(Your tradition!)
I'm getting so sick of creating
(Your tradition!)
This music to please you
(Your tradition!)
The way it used to be
(Your tradition!)
Is the very thing that blinds you
That's why you can't see my God move!
Cause this is not then, and Im not like you
(Damnation!)
Your excuse for good advice
(Damnation!)
Their mouths are wide, but you feed them lies
(Reputation!)
You're full of indecency
(Reputation!)
You are exactly the portrait they painted you to be
Stereo Child
That's why you can't see, My God move!
Cause this is not then, and Im not like you
You refuse to speak, and they'll listen.
But I won't be predicted
I won't be your stereo
I won't be predicted, never
