I feel conceited and often times defeated
By the hand of corporate man
And those superseded
Its a tactic in fear
And its something that we hear
We resist initial bliss
And fall victim to false cheer
We walk alone
We're divided into classes
Where art is dead
In the heads of the masses
We're taught to follow and to never, ever think
Taught to obey, to conform and to unify the link
We download all thoughts from the network of lies
Secured and assured that there's no spies
This time it is legitimate, this time it's gonna last
This time it's gonna be the time that humans learn from their past...