blanket pulled up to the chin while the white room slowly spins in the whirlwind of the yesterday’s news people phoning in
I came here to visit you no, i'm not done yet, I refuse to give up and check in still you try to tell me what to do
And what if I don't Wanna be another Cog in the machine A transistor out of order A file on a desk Or cannon fodder?
Go on, tell me how to live A decent man, a modest thief Like those sons and daughters Dippin' their toes in the holy water
A politologist, a saint There's always someone else to blame Pass the torch! A motto: \"Do what you must and follow orders!\"
And what if I don't Wanna be another Cog in the machine A transistor weirdly soldered A file on a desk Or cannon fodder?
can't you see we both have sinned these bunk beds wait for who comes next we used to spit out words like \"love\" and \"friendship\" taken out of context you and me the kindred spirits just hope to cope with all this violence take my hand I'll get us out just don't forget to... to practice kindness...