Stare at the walls when there's nobody here    Pull down the shades, 'cause I hate the sunshine   Every day turns out just like the last   Someday it will stop and nothing much will really change         And I am just part of the hive         Parts are replaced when machines start to break   Eventually winding up on the scrap pile   And what makes you so different that anyone will notice when you're gone?         I won't change nothing at all   Just another maggot in the pile         Free will is irrelevant   Just a weird coincidence   Busy monkeys with busy delusions   Just another maggot in the pile