Edicts   issued from inside the citadel and   Codes   of conduct for all personel   Accepting   those who march in the regime and   I'm exiled   for possession of illegal dreams      A vote   is taken to decide what's true   it's final   results are on the evening news   instructions   for what is bought and what is sold   accept them   I don't want to be out in the cold      Don't you feel inside   It's so cramped and tight   of course you must be wrong   and everybody's right      Hard eyes   burn a hole into your face, that spells out   Fashion   run so fast to stay in plce, or maybe   Fission   with commandments to embrace my own   Destruction   and I'm gone without a trace      Searching   out a sea I see the shore there is a   Signpost   and a price tag on the door with no   Admittance   I'll eat the gore and drink the bile I'll get   Acceptance   It makes life so worth while   Acceptance   Acceptance