Strive for perfection, cling onto your schemed life

Try to predict what's the coming

You don't care about intuition or the moment

Artificial goals in your schedule to clamp your days onto

Never experience the joy of living initiative

Just keep on thinking what if?



Planned out down the drain

Take your jacket, cause it might rain

Lock yourself inside of your womb

So nice in comfort you fail to look outside

As if your life is so bad exactly you need to hide..



This is conformity at its best, just pass away with the rest

I'm not trying to be a pain, but is it all about the fame?

Money makes you feel safe, you buy a new chair

Fancy what all the others buy as if they care



Stunned by stupidity, I don't get the point (it makes no sense)

All those slogans, who did you conform?

Do you feel in comfort with your authority

Is there improvement in your life now insecurity is banned?



Planned out down the drain

Lock yourself inside of your womb

So nice in comfort you fail to look outside

desperation and potential to fail

all the opportunities they prevail

I won't live my life in a tin can, (I can't shut me down)

Won't be paralyzed and able to move