There's a checkbox left in the corner of a life kept in narrow confines There's a marker waiting for choices, while indifference and joy get combined There's a million minds tied-up by routine, waiting for something to sample attraction That's the selfish conformist potentially in action Like the self-centered torment inside, there's a carefully hidden connection, like a heartbeat inside my mobile I keep feeding the global transactions and my righteousness straight underlined Is there anyone to face the facts? We're waiting for positive changes to happen Reaction remote controlled by unseen faction Fake Abstraction Stronghold of our civilization Do we disclaim existence of network relations? Do we disclaim we're under control? There's a checkbox left on the backside, that's for breaking the narrow confines As there's someone to profit from complacency there's no reason to get back in line Is there anyone, at anytime, to claim any form of comprehension? Anyway, the destiny's defined Reaction remote controlled by unseen faction Fake Abstraction Stronghold of society We lie to ourselves to prove our imperfection Lies we held up high for satisfaction's sake There's blooddrops left as I refuel. There's death around your neck pretending to shine there's tears inside my chocolate bar but I keep chewing And wear sweatshop shoes so self-satisfied, so how deny I'm guilty?