Easy pointing your finger this-way-that
Yet three back at you
Make no move to change
How it seems so strange
That things stay the same
Mob mentality rules your destiny
No identity
Say you're free to speak
Think of what you know
Parrot puppeting
Got a lot to say
Not much you do
You just sit & wait
'til each day is through
SKIN STARTS TO BOIL
BONES FILLED WITH SPURS
BLOOD TURNS TO POISON
VISION IS BLURRED
TRAPPED IN A SPIRAL
CHOOSE NOT TO FIX
ONE-IN-A-BILLION
EXTINCTION 6
Foolish pride, it is your downfall
Green makes right, greedy not growing
Wait for your T.V. night
The future don't look bright
Biding your time
Contempt of creation
Dying inside, along for the ride
Abiding contempt
Disenfranchised
Hide behind glazed eyes
Compartmentalized
Rat you do amaze
Think you're free en-caged
You should be enraged
I don't like you
Like I don't like myself