The proof of past times.
The warning of the lost minds.
Who is more sane?
The man in suit and briefcase in hand.
Or the man who's cup jingles all covered in rags.
One clone circuits through the track never to win the race he runs.
The wonderer thinks on greater things but he's the only one.
There is no soul within the clones.
There's only ever wants.
To be accepted, labeled normal.
The manufacture never stops.
The few and wise are weary.
They see the soulless dancers.
They understand that man's diseased.
The Earth's very own cancer.
It's funny how they think themselves to be as good as good can be.
Then **** the world around them.
If they have hearts, they do not beat.
They trample truth beneath their feet!
They give no hope to those who seek!
They say their strong but THEY ARE WEAK!
THEYRE ALL AFRAID TO BE UNIQUE!
AFRAID OF TRUTH AND HUMBLE LIFE!
THIS MASS IS COMMITING SUICIDE!
FOR THEIR OWN COMFORTS AND LUXURIES.
YOU ALL ADD TO THE DISEASE.
but i am only one small voice.
They cannot hear above the noise.
They are a selfish loathsome thing.
The clones converge into one being.
They have no mind to do whats right.
They follow wrong reject the light.
BUT I WILL YELL AND SCREAM AND FIGHT!
BECAUSE I HAVE NOT LOST MY SIGHT!
I FOLLOW GOD AND SOMEDAY SOON.
He'll loose his rage.
To all untrue.

Give me love.
I'll give you tears.
Give me trust.
I'll give you fears.
Give me all that you hold dear.
I'll numb your heart with drugs and beers.
Give me innocence.
I've none of my own.
Give me your hope.
Then leave it alone.
Give me the things that make you yourself.
I'll give you all these, they're bad for your health.
Give me your dreams, the time you would spend.
I'll give you false joy, I'll help you to blend.
Give me your mind, you don't even use it.
See I can tell, I've heard all your music.
Give me your all, thats all that I want.
I won't return anything. Not even once.
Give me your nights, your days, and between.
I'll give you obsession with paper thats green.
Lend me your ears, it's not like you listen.
Just look at your world, your sorry position.
Stop asking questions, just give me your soul.

This is my society.

And I have said no.