Out from Under - Incubus

To resist is to piss in the wind, anyone who does will end up smelling

Knowing this why do I defy

Cuz my inner voice is yelling

There is a fist pressing against, anyone who thinks something compelling

Our intuit we’re taught to deny

And our soul we’re told is for selling

Get out from under them

Resist and multiply

Get out from under precipice

Bless and see the sky