Conformity's fucked up.
God damn hot shot
Unaware it's all shared, everywhere
Everyone knows what you got
Once there--I despise that spot
Keeping perfect tempo grabbing pieces of more pie
Metropolitan Mechanical Robot,
Do you deny
Your existence is a lie?
Agree, so your truth can be exhumed
Sad to see
Their sick, twisted fantasy
Has captured, enslaved your reality
Lunchbox thermos toast to conformity
Denouncing control at this late stage
Won't save the world
Perhaps your soul
Bought and traded for gold
You can't even hold in your hand
Never once admitting your life's been sold
