Permanently surrounded
By white walls
Nothing to put to bed
The madness that deprives me

Blinded by the white
Mental institute-esque walls
With no colors or intricate designs
Nothing to define who I am, or why

Much like blank paper
Stacked in a straight line
We are here as money pigs
To further stack the dimes

Judged by our colors we fade
Into the professional shade of white
Hide everything about yourself
You might shine too bright

Welcome to the corporation
Here is your box of white walls
Make all the money for us
With pennies in your mouth

So please be sure to keep
Your personality tight
Who you are does not blend
With our standard black and white