File up
In a single line
Until I can see
But one silhouette

From there you will march,
March until your feet bleed
And the soles of your shoes are worn down.
Do not stop
Until I give the order.

Hand me your possessions
And remove all accessories
You are one
You are not individuals.

I will present to you a selection
But you must choose one route
You may not divert
From the course I have given you.

Now tell me you're free
Tell me you have a choice
Tell me you have an identity
That is separate to theirs.

Welcome to conditioning.