I hate it, hear it every day
I think it, will never go away
I need it, but it makes me puke
The thoughts of joining another queue
But I can see through society, to them we're nothing but economy clots
It's only a matter of time before they say "F*ck off"
It feels like, i'm being mentally raped
I was cornered, so I gave it away
But it wasn't enough, they still wanted more
A one-on-one, in a room, like a common whore
But I can see through society, to them we're nothing but economy clots
And we won't be what they want us to be, we are the fire, we're not the moths
We won't stand for their demands, we won't join in their sheepish thoughts
Now's the time we eco-clots say, "F*ck off!"