Resolute

If you think that I will sing along, To your broken, twisted song, Then I must have done something wrong, For I will not submit. And if you think that I will bow, To your forsaken, stolen crown, Then I have caused, nay a doubt, For I will not submit. And if you think that I will pray, To your pale and sickly portrait, Then you must be slain today, For I will not submit. So continue with your tyranny, Your faux control and greed, It won't get you anything, For I, Will not, Submit.