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 Yet stagnant minds persist to squeeze blood from this stone But I won't bleed for you I've no need for you Death will be the day I concede 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