I am a cog in the machine
And that's just the way I like it
Smiling faces on TV
Telling me things will be just fine
And if ignorance is bliss
I'm as giddy as an infant
I stared into the abyss
And saw my own reflection
I don't want to change my mind
Somebody made it up already
And if there's blame to be a**igned
I'm forever pointing outwards
I am a useful idiot
I'm an infantile disciple
And if I don't get my way
I'll blow this whole God damned thing up