I hope this culture that we make won't be forgotten 
You have to know where you went wrong 
or is that thought pre-ordained 
An individual is just one who follows the rules 

Your soul bought off the rack 
Who controls what you'll be today 
A new commercial tomorrow 
Frozen in place like wax statues 

With all that direction you seem distorted 
Too many things that you want to be 
Manipulation is a cycle 
And all your lies are self absorbed 

Force down bile to fit the mold 
Once you're in it stays that way? 
All the power you feel still won't set you free 

You still think it's out of your hands 
Open up your eyes and see what they've made you 
The reflection seems crooked and weak