Complacency Produces Nothing Verse 1 Everybody wants to sit Complacent and still Stagnant little battery Waiting for the thrill Complacency produces nothing Nothing but more of the same Stagnant energy circling Inside a powerless frame We are creators We weren’t made to follow the leader Clock in, clock out Just another little cog in the machine At least I wasn’t Chorus Complacency produces nothing Nothing comes from standing still You need force You need passion You need purpose You need will We’re creators We’re makers We’re meant to bring things through Put your energy into the world And watch what it can do Verse 2 Do you make a child By laying there still? No! It takes force It takes passion It takes thought It takes will It takes two energies meeting It takes movement It takes drive Something has to push toward something For something new to arrive That’s the process That’s creation That’s the spark becoming real You don’t make something out of nothing Without giving it some will Chorus Complacency produces nothing Nothing comes from standing still You need force You need passion You need purpose You need will We’re creators We’re makers We’re meant to bring things through Put your energy into the world And watch what it can do Bridge Get it going Get it moving Get the energy alive Think it Feel it Build it Give the vision room to rise Creation isn’t passive Creation isn’t sitting still It’s the pressure It’s the passion It’s the fucking will Breakdown Move! Create! Build! Make! Don’t wait For somebody else To tell you what you’re here to make Your energy matters Your movement matters Your vision matters Get it going! Final Chorus Complacency produces nothing So get up and make some noise We’re creators We’re alive We were never made to just comply Put your force into your vision Put your passion into what you do Make something Build something Bring something into view That’s the process Get it going Get the energy flowing Create something Other than fucking.
