Single file lines born by design   With a brass ring so deceiving   Chipped away to a status cult   Where indifference breeds control   And then with time comes "toe the line"   Cherish this pride made numb from feeling   The we have denial   "It's all in my head"       Will we do anything for bread?       If anything we've ever said   Means nothing now than it never did   Believe me   This isn't what we want   This isn't what we need   This is what we can afford       Where once there was a pat on the back   Is now just a crack of the whip   Where once there was a celebrated coming of age   Is just a uniform that doesn't fit   Witness this most common breed   Whittled down to property   And keep on singin'   "It's all in my head"       Will we do anything for bread?       If anything we've ever said   Means nothing now than it never did   Believe me   This isn't what we want   This isn't what we need   This is what we can afford       Where once there was a pat on the back   Is now just a crack of the whip   Where once there was a celebrated coming of age   Is just a uniform that doesn't fit   Witness this most common breed   Whittled down to property   And keep on singin'   "It's all in my head"       Celebrate this sorry state   With anecdotes of what you hate   And try to take comfort in the fact   That you're not alone       This isn't you   It's just what you do   Don't mistake the irony of calling it a "living"   If you feel like no one   If you feel like nothing   You've only been taking what they're giving