Sick of it all, of the names that you call  And that way that you walk  (what to say, when to talk)  Ending freedom of thought  (prove the proof in truth)  That is acting aloud, abnormalities proud  Aren't you?    Don't try pull the padlock on your pen  Predestined enforcement, stains, idealistic pigeon hole  Don't loose the key to end control    No purpose reason truth fact right o' left  Last crack first back there's nowhere left to go  Can't move, is it it?, looks hard, does it fit?  Imminent crusade, opposite afraid, decadent    Don't spit, don't bleed, don't have, don't please  Don't walk, can't, won't try, don't please, oh!  Can't move, can't breathe, can't go  Doctrined conform suppositories  Believe in it  It's everywhere  Just look around  N' see yourself  Believing it.    Rigmarole, on control  Vacant won't, don't decadent.  Uh!    these lyrics are submitted by burkul