Brain Camp

The wonderful people who run the farm Keep it in check with their own long arm Killing my person with their single style Making me be like them, rotting on a pile Serving me crap like their twisted ways Assimilating every one who stays Making us be just one single being Making us be the same and agreeing The wonderful people who run the farm They hit me in the face with their long arm Conformity keeping us with their style Making everything into a big poopy pile Everyone be the same as their ways Everyone needs to understand what stays All of us need to be one single being Surely you must all be agreeing...? They washed it up And took it for theirs They wouldn't let me be Kuz everyone stops and stares.... Individual. The wonderful people who screw with my head They make me be them so i wish i was dead But i don't want to conform and be one of them I want to be me, i am my own man They washed my brain and sent it to camp Shine through both ears the freaking lamp My head is a vaccuum of space and time They want me to look the same in a line They washed it up And took it for theirs They wouldn't let me be Kuz everyone stops and stares.... Individual. The wonderful people who screwed me up. The wonderful people who screwed me up The wonderful people who screwed me up. The wonderful people who screwed me up!! They washed it up And took it for theirs They wouldn't let me be Kuz everyone stops and stares.... Individual. The wonderful people who run the farm And want to lock me up in the barn Funny farm for all us freaks Funny farm where nobody speaks I'm not like you in any way at all You can't control me i'm an individual I'm not your slave i'm not working for you I'm just myself and i'll be like that all the way through They washed it up And took it for theirs They wouldn't let me be Kuz everyone stops and stares.... Individual. The wonderful people. The wonderful people. The wonderful people. The wonderful people. The wonderful people who run from the farm And managed to escape from their huge arm. Individual. Written April 17th, 2002 © on Apr 17 2002 06:24 AM PST   20 • 0 • 9