[Verse 1] We will not sit or rest our feet This posture must be prohibited There's nothing wrong with staying on your feet As I told you This move will exile you [Verse 2] I fight I strive again and again But you'll find me useful no more in this case I'm the outcome bound to take this loss I cannot stand We must call this off [Pre-Chorus] Should I be at rest? I'm a loser Nonetheless I'm aiding Caesar with his boots I'm on my knees I must concede [Chorus] We will not sit or rest our feet This posture must be prohibited (no) There's nothing wrong with staying on your feet As I told you This move will exile you [Verse 3] They want the peace The safe The clean A pinnacle of pointless things I need a break Although I burn (aah) "I have your knife " "Yes But you must return" [Pre-Chorus] Cuisine for rest I'm a loser Nonetheless I'm aiding Caesar with his boots Confess Should I confess?
