Epitome

There are a million things that I could scream
But I doubt if you're listening or
Pay attention to a single word that I say
When you stand in the back I can tell
By the way you look at me you don't want me here
Cause when I sing I'll sing this song
You'll hear the facts that you fear
I don't care how you walk in x-ed hand, tight pants
Long hair, no hair, new pair of old school shoes
As long as those items are you and
Not the person you want people to see
Because for me this is still about something on the inside
Something more, something bigger than you'll ever understand
So don't put me down about being true to my principles
'Cause you never had any in the first place, so don't put me down
Wise up or get out