Everything is a made up game, passed down through generations
I suppose, nobody knows, why we approve intellectual suffocation
We give up control, because we are in control, of every situation
But its not enough to make up for what we've lost for in captivation
There's a set of standards I hold to myself
Ones that have nothing to do with you
Because I don't need anyone to tell me how to...
Spend my time
I spend my time, trying to clear my mind
Spend my time, ignoring the noises, voices, and traffic signs
Well I spend my time making sure we are fine
Voluntarily gave them our rights for limited mass protections
Submitted our independence, our thought, for individual obsessions
People spoke, but then they were choked, out by radical denizens
To afraid of substantial change we bought these wars from corporations