You treat me like a freak, Sir
Just because I'm a little different
Pitchforks raised outside of my door
Mistaking that you can think
Public Image, much important
Fit in group, you must do
Dragging knuckles on the ground
Remaining brains I see fading
Why don't you worry about your own life
Before you start judging mine
I will always be who I'm meant to be
You will always be trapped by your idiocy
I don't expect you to understand
Fear is what drives all of your actions
Logic lost so is information
You just walk within your station
Swim swim with the current
Boring life that is safest
Paying bills and much TV
Trap this mind so it can't be free
Why can't you see past your own life
Is this fulfilment or is this ignorance?
I will always be who I'm meant to be
You will always be lost to your idiocy
Just how far have you devolved?
Is this truly better?
How have you not woken up?
That you're asleep and treated like cattle
They will ring you up, nice and tender
Cut you down and treat themselves to the feast
I will always be who I'm meant to be
You will always be trapped by your idiocy
I will always be who I'm meant to be
You will always be lost to your idiocy