I sit on the grass, watching,
As the rain falls around me
I can’t help but think about my life
The horrible person I am
I wear a mask, that everyone loves,
But inside, I can’t help but hate who I really am
So instead of changing
I put on a mask, to fit everyone’s standards
I fall into the monotonous one-two, one-two step
The march we all march, the death march
I look at nothing but the feet of the person in front of me
Who is only looking at the feet of the person in front of him
We run blindly into conformity and acquiescence
We run blindly into our own undoing
We don’t even pay attention to the people falling in front of us
Instead we trample over them continuing our march of resignation
But as we march
We don’t even realize,
We’re lying our head right on the block
Tying our own noose, pulling our own lever
Because instead of changing the person we hate
We submit to our own destruction