I'm a criminal with the integrity you lack; fucking ethical as a matter of fact.
Time to get society back on track; anxiety eating away at you like a stab in the back.
You think they're on our side but they oppress you and strip you of all pride.
It's time to confess at the church of truth; don't you always feel dead inside?
As you abide by their rules, written for brainless fools; someone else's fodder; just another tool.
And you follow the latest fashions trying to be cool; but you're far from it; in fact you're sick.
A slave to consumerism; shopping is your passion; keeps you locked in prison.
It's time to abort mission; pull yourself back together like nuclear fission.
Time is now to make that decision; can you envision a better life ahead.
Without all the lies that we're force fed; when it's all said and done, you're better off dead.
If you continue to bow down; wipe off that frown; it's time to turn things around.