
Date of issue: 18.05.2009
Song language: English
Forth With the Herd |
Welcome to class now you are |
Locked up all your life in a concrete structure |
Blocked off from the world |
Clogging up your thoughts with the empty |
Notions |
Null on the outside |
Live, learn |
A black stare responds |
The master of ceremonies drones right on for hours |
The blinding lights go dull |
The brilliant babies go back home uninspired |
Running up your brain through the rodent mazes |
Cold and predefined |
Making all the necessary contributions |
Keep within the lines |
Hold still |
Welcome to academic success |
Jerk off to your name on the Dean’s List |
Slowly marching forth with the herd |
The umbilical cord of the world |
Choking off the breath of your mind |
Hollowed out and starving for life |
Recycle the elite pinned to your chest |
Leaning to the right while stroking the left |
Slowly marching forth with the herd |
The umbilical cord of the world |
Embryonic brains without spines |
A flock of talking heads in disguise |
Disappear in a sea of cloned thought patterns |
Slowly marching forth with the herd |
The umbilical cord of the world |
Self-aborted right in your prime |
Speak up your idea will inspire and shine |
Alas it’s been thought a thousand times |
Castrate yourself with the fear of being less than wealthy |
Rapid-fire attempts at quick inspiration leave you broke |
And numb |
The paralyzing pain of their expectation causes you |
To run |
Drop out |