Automatons with business suits
Clinging black boxes
Sequestering the blueprints of daily life
Contended free of care
They rejoice in morning ritual
As they file like drone ant colonies
To their office in the sky
I don't ask questions
Don't promote demonstrations
Don't look for new consensus
Don't stray from constitution
If I fierce the complexity
I won't find salvation
Just the bold and overt truth
Of the evil and deception
There is an inner logic
And we're taught to stay far from it
It is simple and elegant
But it's cruel and antithetic
And there's no effort to reveal it
Graduated mentors stroll
In marbled brick porticos
In sagascious dialog they despise their average ways
Displaying pomp and discipline
They mold their institution
Where they practice exclusion on the masses every day
Decorated warriors drill harmless kids on pavements
Simulating tyranny
Under red alert
Protecting the opulent
And staging moral standard
They expect redemption
Of character and self-growth
No equality, no opportunity, no tolerance for the progressive alternative
Writer(s): Greg Graffin
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