Strictly monetary (coin in the slot)
Complexity is scary (live how you’re taught)
That’s your obituary (die alone in a cart)
It’s just a fair game (fixed from the start)
How’s it all workin’ out (tilted head at a wreck)
Promised a white picket fence (and now you’re hitting the deck)
They kept on tellin’ me (everything is nicely planned)
Just trust the mainstream operation (buy a family van)
Must mime these actions out (a finely-tuned performance)
Mass-producing losing ruins (cuz they like the right hits)

You’ll need to point out all the bullies, to me
Let’s wash that smile off their face, for free
Take back some pride and wasted space, for you, for me,
Have had enough of vapid traits, it needs to cease
Take down their system with a quake, the people free
Let’s give their soul another wash, machine, so clean
Empire buried in the sea, you’ll see, agree
Their fake ass power never meant a thing, to me.

These old rules, destroy you
March in tune, join the crew
Status quo, gets you stuck
Switched out with, replicas

These old rules, destroy you
March in tune, join the crew
Status quo, gets you stuck
Switched out with, replicas.

Been doing it wrong, tumble dryer on
Turn it up to ten, plutocratic swan song
Fuck their good graces, feeble empty spaces
Wishy-washy phrases to entrance the lifeless crazes
Had it up to here, yelling in my ear
Constant heart-manipulators pumpin’ out their fear
Sells like sex, Oedipus Rex, trapped into a cycle, a consumer subject

These old rules, destroy you
March in tune, join the crew
Status quo, gets you stuck
Switched out with, replicas

These old rules, destroy you
March in tune, join the crew
Status quo, gets you stuck
Switched out with, replicas