Sometimes Selling Out Is Waking Up

We take ourselves too seriously
 We sneak as many politics as we can
 But who will be the last to realize
 That sometimes selling out is waking up?
 So, here we are
 Two different walks of life crossed once before
 And it still takes a thousand miles to co-exist
 We are the same, just trying to exist
 If rewritten pamphlets is the best clarity can provide
 Then you need one, worse than me
 (A drink)
 Being delusional, well, that's a whole new bag and it's fine
 It's fine with everyone until you touch them
 (Nothing is said, no matter how angry)
 (Or impassioned it may seem)
 And when they finally had enough, they leave, they leave in fear
 Your legacy will forever be self righteous
 And violence against your own, against your own
 They can candy coat their hard line roots all they want
 But I've seen the tapes
 Don't ever let those clowns define you
 We take ourselves too seriously
 We never leave our politics at home and just live
 There will always be some struggle
 Well, sometimes selling out is waking up