All of your opinions will be scrutinized
You see your morals and beliefs
Are not your own
You've got to
Follow the flock, catch up and stay in line
Or they'll take away the keys
To your own damn mind
Your soul is not your own
Your contributions will be recognized
Only if they help to oil the machine
In retribution you've got to realize
You got to pick up a gun to be seen
All of your ambitions will be demoralized
You see you're only playing with half a deck
Once again do you have to be told
About the way you live your life
In your die cast mold
Shut up and only obey me
Your contributions will be recognized
Only if they help to oil the machine
In retribution you've got to realize
You got to pick up a gun to be seen
All your applications will be denied
You see you don't look and act like us
My words hit hard as fist listen to what I say
Or you will live a sheltered life