Bad Religion

Three thousand miles of wilderness overcome by the flow,
A lonely restitution of pavement, pomp and show,
I seek a thousand answers, I find but one or two,
I maintain no discomfiture, my path again renewed,
Against the grain, that's where I'll stay,
Swimming upstream, I maintain against the grain,
Here labelled as a lunatic, sequestered and content,
There ignored and defeated by the government,
There's an oriented public whose magnetic force will pull,
But away from the potential of the individual,
Against the grain, that's where I'll stay,
Swimming upstream, I maintain against the grain,
The flow is getting stronger with small increments of time
And eddies of new ideas are increasingly hard to find,