How dare you question me?
Where did you get the audacity
To question authority?
Didn’t you see signs and warnings
Everyone wants to believe what they see
You’re disturbing the peace
We’ll grind your soul and crush you down
For breaking away and it’s nothing personal
It’s just the price you have to pay
For going against the grain
Choke it down, choke it down
I’m choking on the sense
That this is going nowhere
I’m having flashbacks of 1984
I look around to make a run for the door
As one by one they call to arms
All the pigs on the farm
Walk, talk, grunt like all the rest
Suppress what’s intense
Don’t be different
Make everyone feel safe
At your own expense
So everyone can also be the best
But I’m creeping up the side
Without a gun, without a knife
I’m awake and I see
All these pigs slopping up the shit
And I have my own special plate
Sitting in front of me
Make believe you have the power of a god
Then roll around like a pig on a farm
Convinced this sty is happiness
The speakers blaring ignorance is bliss
In a system of food, drugs and gyms
Built to convince pigs to be slim
I’ve seen the farmer’s hands
And he is not your friend
Cuz the machine feeds on misery
But grab your place in the race for the feed
Trampling in sludge like all the rest
Waiting for the farmer to slaughter the best
But I’m creeping up the side
Without a gun, without a knife
I’m awake and I see
All these pigs slopping up the shit
And I have my own special plate
Sitting in front of me
How dare you question authority?
You’re here because you want to be
Everyone believes it
It took so long to acclimate them all
Into a denial-filled certainty
Explained with pop-psychology
Your indulgence of the weak is obscene
Our generation of the meek is obese
Your pretenses of individuality
Are fucking sickening
I am deep-throating false equality
At the point of a gun
But I’m creeping up the side
Without a gun, without a knife
I’m awake and I see
All these pigs slopping up the shit
And I have my own special plate
Sitting in front of me
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