Single file lines born by design
  With a brass ring so deceiving
  Chipped away to a status cult
  Where indifference breeds control
  And then with time comes "toe the line"
  Cherish this pride made numb from feeling
  The we have denial
  "It's all in my head"
    Will we do anything for bread?
    If anything we've ever said
  Means nothing now than it never did
  Believe me
  This isn't what we want
  This isn't what we need
  This is what we can afford
    Where once there was a pat on the back
  Is now just a crack of the whip
  Where once there was a celebrated coming of age
  Is just a uniform that doesn't fit
  Witness this most common breed
  Whittled down to property
  And keep on singin'
  "It's all in my head"
    Celebrate this sorry state
  With anecdotes of what you hate
  And try to take comfort in the fact
  That you're not alone
    This isn't you
  It's just what you do
  Don't mistake the irony of calling it a "living"
  If you feel like no one
  If you feel like nothing
  You've only been taking what they're giving