Can I refuse the things you choose
On a baseless truth?
Will your judgment always stand?
Can I make up my mind?
Or must I comply?
The hive has stated its demands
From where I sit
I just don't fit
In the agenda
If you're like me
Fight to be free
Of the agenda
It's political, undeniable
We're equally miserable
Denominate to lowest math
It's unnatural
The individual
Bows to mob rule of the land
From where I sit
I just don't fit
In the agenda
If you're like me
Fight to be free
Of the agenda
Your plans unfold
And the future sold
Like days of old
'till your time comes to an end
(x2) From where I sit
I just don't fit
In the agenda
If you're like me
Fight to be free
Of the agenda