Текст: New Mexican Disaster Squad. Abrasive Repulsive Disorder. Glass Eyes.

You've heard it before
But I'll say it again
Doing the things that others want
Not doing the things that you ought
If you wanna be real it's gotta stop
Conformity at it's worst
Hidden in life's mirage
If you can't see it now
Society's done its job
AND THOUGHTS GROW OBSOLETE!
We just race the world
We don't face our minds
WE'RE SO FUCKING MEEK!