We Brand Cows With Metal, And People With Titles
So I think I’m right,
but you think I’m wrong.
Apparently independence is dead,
since conformity has come along.
And in a society that’s,
lost its creativity,
this is my revolt,
We have picked each other apart,
picked ourselves to the bone.
What’s the point in boldness,
when weakness is what’s shown?
Cause we’ve all been here before,
attempting to reinvent what was never born,
and the lack of success,
has left us wanting more.
We can never be,
what our peers what us to be,
so instead we change our image,
to show them what they want to see.
For the mirror only preaches,
what we want to believe…
a false sense of security,
to compliment the lack of individuality.
I don’t know how to be clearer with you,
we’re NOT fucking machines.
But we keep playing these games,
pretending we’re all the same,
yet the irony is,
that our search to be different,
is how we got this way.
And in a world where,
originality is mocked at every chance,
and dismissed without regret,
these words seem to be all that’s left…
If metal can brand,
then titles could enslave,
leaving our hollow bodies here,
waiting for the day,
that rebirth will come again…
and again we shall rise.