Schizoid - Mainstream Underground

THE FUNDAMENTALS OF YOUR FUNDAMENTALISM
DICTATE RALLY CALL SOUNDS
FOR THE CONVERTED!
THE GROUPTHINK'S GOT ME THINKING
OF WHAT LITTLE I THINK OF THE GROUP!

I WON'T BE TOLD WHAT TO DO!
THAT NEVER WAS QUITE MY STYLE!?!

OUTDATED DUSTY RULEBOOKS
BECOME THE NEW RELIGION OF CONVENTION!
AS FRIEND AND FOE POSE FOR AN AUDIENCE,
AT THE LINEUP FOR THE ALBATROSS,
A SORRY LOT, WITH LITTLE OF WORTH TO OFFER.

SCENE AND HERD, THEY'RE PLAYING SAFE,
IT TASTES OF STALE, AND SOUNDS THE SAME,
PUPPETS LITTER THE LANDSCAPE,
TAUGHT HOW TO THINK TOLD WHAT TO SAY.

THIS IS DIRECTED TO YOU AND YOU AND YOU!
I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THE ARMCHAIR AUTHORITIES WHO
POLICE A SCENE, IT'S ALL SUCH A BORE!
THOSE NOT IN BATTLE SHOULDN'T COMMENT ON THE WAR.

CONSUME, DON'T CREATE, ALL YOU KNOW IS HOW TO BUY,
JUDGING ALL FROM THE SAFETY OF THE SIDELINES!
INSECURE YOU GAVE UP YOUR CHANCE TO SPEAK!
EXCLUSIVITY IS A MASK OF THE WEAK -
MINDED SHEEP, YOU PUT ME TO SLEEP
FUCK WHAT EVERYONE THINKS
AND DO YOUR OWN THING!

THE FUNDAMENTALS OF YOUR FUNDAMENTALISM!
ARE NO FUN, JUST POINTLESS AND ELITIST!
IN CONTEMPT I TREAD HEAVY AMIDST STATUES
IN THE POSTURE OF A BANDWAGON!

Written by:
JASON SMITH

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