Idol role, no self-control  A parasite to one's constructed modeling  Surrounding pedestals    Chin held high to stimuli  Where's the other you  The independent one you never show?     Your individuality: polluted idealistic fashion  Collectivize your way of life,   Becoming every different passion  Creating idols for yourself is now your only ration    Swallow society  But don't forget to take a grain of salt  And even if you disagree  A disastrous outcome will never be your fault    Did you ever stop to think your idols have some idols of their own?   They preach to you, you know they're right  They may be wrong, but yet in spite of their doubt,   They will preach you out just like their former idols did    Idol, ideal illusion  Idol, self revolution