For eons, humans have struggled to find less destructive ways to live together.
Well you want me to kiss your ass
Well bend over, buddy, here comes my foot.
On our knees we're living our lives
Compressed in social forces
It's like living under a chainsaw
You arise — you get KILLED!
Too many fucking humans
You breed like rats
And you're no fucking better.
... I've always been confused by why what music you listen to would dictate what kind of clothes you wear or what color your hair is. If there's a philosophy in the music you like, you can live by that, but I don't see why you have to be part of a clique, a scene, a movement.
The slight difference between those who always aim for the top and those who don’t, it’ll come to matter in a big way once you all emerge into society.
They were careful to exhibit only behaviour
Which had been approved by their peer group.
Turn the tables with our unity,
They're neither moral nor majority,
Wake up and smell the coffee
Or just say ‘no' to individuality.