Waiting in line
Like puppets on a stage
We are all conformed / into the same
Locked in a box
and put on display
Look at me now
We teach our kids
you are what you own
Appearance is everything / what of our souls?
We are slaves
Quietly following
Mindless drones
We march because we must
Trapped in this superficial world
We praise ourselves
Refuse to see
These chains of vanity
Like zombies we're drawn
To new shiny things
We cannot resist / hoarding it all
We bury ourselves
With piles of our toys
Slowly to rot in all of this junk
We're slaves to this world
We cannot escape
So greedy and lusting for power and things
Holding our ears
And closing our eyes
Never to question / Our place in this scheme
We are so lost
Where do we go from here
Trapped in this cage
Of profits and vanity
We are slaves
Quietly following
Mindless drones
We march because we must