Conforming, dead fish follow the stream
Conforming, face down and bloated we dream
Conscious, fading
Independence is gone
You're slipping away
Chasing, daydreams
Despite knowing they're lies
Pour ash in urn
Earn your place
In the grave
Conforming, dead fish follow the stream
Conforming, face down and bloated we dream
Conscious, fading
Independence is gone
You're slipping away
I walk through
Rooms of the dead, streets of the dead, cities of dead
Men with no eyes
With no voice
Implanted feelings, programmed reactions, newspaper brains
Tv filled souls
Break the mold
End the clone
The human race is a herd yet here we are consciousness
Infinite potential but we cannot overcome this
Desire to become a part of the malignant mass
Screams of Sanity - Conforming Lyrics
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Conforming, dead fish follow the stream
Conforming, face down and bloated we dream
Conscious, fading
Independence is gone
You're slipping away
Chasing, daydreams
Despite knowing they're lies
Pour ash in urn
Earn your place
In the grave
Conforming, dead fish follow the stream
Conforming, face down and bloated we dream
Conscious, fading
Independence is gone
You're slipping away
I walk through
Rooms of the dead, streets of the dead, cities of dead
Men with no eyes
With no voice
Implanted feelings, programmed reactions, newspaper brains
Tv filled souls
Break the mold
End the clone
The human race is a herd yet here we are consciousness
Infinite potential but we cannot overcome this
Desire to become a part of the malignant mass
Conforming, face down and bloated we dream
Conscious, fading
Independence is gone
You're slipping away
Chasing, daydreams
Despite knowing they're lies
Pour ash in urn
Earn your place
In the grave
Conforming, dead fish follow the stream
Conforming, face down and bloated we dream
Conscious, fading
Independence is gone
You're slipping away
I walk through
Rooms of the dead, streets of the dead, cities of dead
Men with no eyes
With no voice
Implanted feelings, programmed reactions, newspaper brains
Tv filled souls
Break the mold
End the clone
The human race is a herd yet here we are consciousness
Infinite potential but we cannot overcome this
Desire to become a part of the malignant mass
Writer: Mark Schooling
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid