Edicts
issued from inside the citadel and
Codes
of conduct for all personel
Accepting
those who march in the regime and
I'm exiled
for possession of illegal dreams
A vote
is taken to decide what's true
it's final
results are on the evening news
instructions
for what is bought and what is sold
accept them
I don't want to be out in the cold
Don't you feel inside
It's so cramped and tight
of course you must be wrong
and everybody's right
Hard eyes
burn a hole into your face, that spells out
Fashion
run so fast to stay in plce, or maybe
Fission
with commandments to embrace my own
Destruction
and I'm gone without a trace
Searching
out a sea I see the shore there is a
Signpost
and a price tag on the door with no
Admittance
I'll eat the gore and drink the bile I'll get
Acceptance
It makes life so worth while
Acceptance
Acceptance
Acceptance