Ordered, numbered, harmonized Straight to the brain Abuse you eyes, flesh like structures Mechanized, you life's routine until you die Why do you live this way? What is it that makes you stay? To reach a certain level of success? Or do you want to be just like the rest? You are a machine, the same routine Everyday you live your life You're told just what to do To be the first class citizen society raised you to You are a machine, the same routine You will never change, you'll always be the same.