The Fight Song

The Fight Song
Nothing suffocates you more than
The passing of everyday human events
Isolation is the oxygen mask you make
Your children breath into survive

But I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit
And when we were good
You just closed your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
You'll never grow up to be a big-rock-star
Celebrated-victim-of-your-fame
They'll just cut our wrists like
Cheap coupons and say that death
Was on sale today
And when we were good
You just closed your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds
But I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of millions is just a statistic

But I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit
But I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight!
En 'The Fight Song' de Marilyn Manson, se exploran temas de aislamiento, rebelión y desafío a lo establecido. La canción cuestiona la idea de seguir ciegamente a entidades o sistemas que no brindan apoyo real, desafiando la autoridad y la conformidad impuestas...