The plan has been made

No one knows No one knows

Subset of history I lose my identity

It's what I see It's what I feel It's what I taste

Afraid to swallow our pride

He'd sing lame lyrics And try to reach the working man

Materialism

The working masses Are manipulated

Carry on the morals Carry on the cause

Too much can ruin a good time

Do some hobbies Drink to forget

Politicians sell their ideas To be elected in November

Made a dream last night Wish I hadn't awoken

Between the yelling and the sleep

I know it's paradox

With marijuana With a clenched fist

Reserved for '99 You knew it would be there

Like this, ack ack ack ack Like this, ack ack ack ack

Explaining now, explaining then

A minor deterrent That can't unload

Brother against brother Learn to kill one another

In my mind I save it

Machines called 'society' Politicians say we're free

All these men who work the land Should evaluate themselves and make a stand

Rigid are the rules Static are ideas Could wipe out a generation

Maintaining their sanity

Feel like a poker in someone's fireplace

Ton of white boy guilt, that's my problem

Woke up screaming Someone changed sides

Using that As a reason For kickin' shit On the dumb fucks