You don't decide   What's wrong, what's right   You can't define what's good, what's not   You have to hide all your feelings   Having opinions can be your worst enemy      You will respond without asking   You will perform like all of them   You will behave as predicted   Being a rebel, and it's the purgatory      What about your ego   How did it end up so low   You have been robotized      It's what you eat, it's what you wear   Look around you, it's everywhere   In every action, in every move   A vague impression, having the right to choose      What about your ego   How did it end up so low   Like a seed, it will grow   In your head, it will glow   You have been robotized      You wear the freedom while a child is working   You taste a kingdom while the trees are falling   Loud voice and clear messages   The demons are so creative      There is a little matrix in everyone