Who Will Help Me Bake This Bread?

I speak my mind I question theirs
It seems to me like no one really cares.
Peripherally blind intellectually numb
Ignorance by choice? Or just plain fucking dumb?
You're threatened by my mind
You want everything the same
But my questions still remain

You boycott your brain
You answer with fists
My question still persists
You can re-arrange my face
but you can´t re-arrange my mind
You can beat this shell about me
but you can't touch what's inside

So now who will help me bake this bread?
Who will be the first to speak and leave complacency for dead?
I've done all that I can on my own
But stagnant minds persist to squeeze blood from this stone.
But I won't bleed for you
I' ve no need for you
need for you
Death will be the day I conceed to you

You boycott your brain
You answer with fists
My question still persists
You can re-arrange my face
but you can´t re-arrange my mind
You can beat this shell about me
but you can't touch what's inside
what´s inside....