We live in a world
Of black and white
Nobody wants to be
One of a kind
Because if you are,
You're making a mistake
Fit back into the mold
Before it's too late.
I have no more Faith
Left in this world
Every bit of expression,
Is breaking the rules
Don't be yourself,
Don't be free,
They're killing us inside,
They're killing our creativity.
They tell us to worship God,
Tell us to love the opposite sex,
Tell us to work until we're old,
all they want is money and success
They promise change,
And so we pray,
But after so much waiting,
They just want us to pay.
Watch TV,
And question nothing
Listen to them lying,
All they want is your everything
Everything is controlled
By a higher power
But, ironically,
It's not who you see in the high chair
It's up to us,
To be who we want to be,
We'll create a revolution,
We'll create controversy.
I guess this is a sort-of comeback to song writing?