All of your opinions will be scrutinized,
You see your morals and beliefs,
And not your own...
You've got to!
Follow the flock, catch up, and stay in line,
Or they'll take away the keys,
To your own damn mind,
Your soul is not your own...

Your contributions will be recognized,
Only if they help oil the machine,
In retribution you've got to realize,
You got to pick up a gun to be seen,

All your ambitions will be demoralized,
You see you're only playing with a half set,
Once again you have to be told,
About the way to live your life,
In your diecast mold,
Shut up and only obey me...

Your contributions will be recognized,
Only if they help oil the machine,
In retribution you've got to realize,
You got to pick up a gun to be seen,

All your applications will be denied,
You see you don't look and act like us...
My words hit hard as fist listen to what I say,
Or you will live a sheltered lie,
'Til your dying day,
There ain't no way out,

Your own ambitions,
Your applications,
Your own opinions... don't mean shit!

Your contributions,
In retribution,
You will find there ain't no way... OUT!