I believe in anarchy, but I also like mcdonalds
And the theory of "conspiracy" that never sets me free
I want to be a "victim" and I want to be a "martyr"
But it's getting so much harder now that you are onto me
And if I listen to their orders I will surely be rewarded
With my hand out to the bleeding heart who wants to "set me free"
They say they care I know they must it's only them that I can trust
They tell me so every time I turn on my tv
Oh yeah "it's the system that's keeping me down" so I've been told
So I'll just sit and gripe I'll bitch, complain and moan
I'm conditioned by my tv to be packaged, bought and sold
You wake up in the morning and it starts without a warning
It's more dangerous than all the crap you're putting on your plate
You're looking for the reasons as they're flooding you with answers
Then they tell you you're the cancer that'll never go away
If you follow their directions and you never ask the questions,
"who am I?" and "what's this thing inside my head they call the brain?"
Then you'll become a movie star and you can drive a fancy car!
Just don't step out of line or you'll be classified insane