Code 4-15

Look at the people on the street
A thousand plastic faces locked in quiet desperation
I reach out to you but you’re not there
It’s time to turn the page now cuz it’s the same old situation
Seems like this nonsense will never change
Everyone’s the same
Their minds have no direction
You’re just too scared to set it straight
Afraid of your reflection from the fear of your rejection

It’ll never be the same again…
Conformity is a word I don’t understand
Distorted and controlled by the upper hand
You’re gonna have to accept me for who I am
But I don’t know if you can

So here I am all alone
Surrounded by the voices, consumed by their destruction
They walk in rows like mindless sheep
Brainwashed by society, infected with corruption
The same fucking bullshit everyday
Everyone’s the same
They’ll never know any better
Cynical bureaucrat produced by a cookie-cutter
No different than the other

It’ll never be the same again…
I don’t give a shit about the promised land
Living in a sin doesn’t move me from where I stand
Who the fuck are you to tell me you who I am?
You’re a number…not a man