The road is my home now, this picture my dreams And this tattered body encloses all my screams I was once an angel, who fell down on earth… My poverty nightmares would join me from birth
Am I a failure? or society fails? Am I in prison? Questions behind and questions in front… Faces around me would laugh…but they won’t.
Adjust me in your pretty world, Please make me your slave. I’ll follow all your pretty lives, I’ll conform to your ways.
Starvation-My eyes I cannot hold. Adjust Me-In Routine’s drama I’m not sold
…And where’s my self respect ? Is crushed from our lovely machines. …Where’s my free spirit ? Is bridled like all my favorite sins.