(Greg Graffin)
Automatrons with business suite clinging black boxes,
sequestering the blueprints of daily life
Contented, 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 demonstration,
don't look for new consensus, don't stary from constitution
If I pierce the complexity I won't find salvation just
the bald 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 antihetic
And there's no effort to reveal it
Graduated mentors stroll in marbled brick porticos
In sagacious dialog they despise their average ways
Displaying pomp and discipline, they mold their
institution where they practise exclusion on the masses every day
Decorated warriors drill harmless kids on pavement
Simulating tyranny under red alert
Protecting the opulent and staging moral standard
They expect redemption of character and self-growth
(No equality, no oppertunity, no tolerance for the progressive alternative)