The prosthetic limbs of social norms are beating us today

The burdens we all must hide, or pay for it

Transgressions aside

Be a martyr for life and everything will be ****ing fine

Transgressions aside

Having the time of our lives

Now pay for it and you’ll savor every last drop

Two as one

Fodder for the slaughterhouse

Quartered on the killing floor

You and I are searching for something beyond this social condition

Fill the ballot and give our permission

Over and over

Again and again

Sort your condition

Get down with submission

Searching for something beyond this social condition

Cast your vote and then move aside

Tradition of submission starting from the womb

You better watch what you say

They always know what’s best though

Conditioned by their vision

Sinking in our tombs

The pressure is always there

We know… they want what’s best though

Of course they do

I think it’s time to stop pointing fingers and start looking inward

Measure the cases ‘cause it’s not right just to generalize

Start staring down your life and maybe you’ll see things much clearer

Imploring what’s down in your mind to make an appearance

Sort your condition

Throw it in remission

Throw it aside

Will it ever be?

Will we ever live in honesty?

‘Cause we’re falling apart, you and I

Will it ever be?

Will we ever live another day in honesty?

‘Cause we’re falling apart, right from the start, you and I

So paint that picture to sleep at night

No regard for another’s life

We'll be just fine, you and I