Authority Zero

I look around and it's the same old situation on a different day
These masses of confrontation beating me down
I'm picking at the pieces to put them all back into place
A never ending crossword of questions collaborates
While asking myself, where are we going in time?
But hey, everyday, I'll pick my feet up off the ground
And everyday you'll see, I don't make believe
That everything is okay, but in the end
The life that you choose to lead is your fate
You'll see
Communication with yourself and asking,
"Is this really where I want to be?"
No way!
Patronized, antagonized, and bound beyond
the boundaries of everyday life
A mutual enmity for a system of conformity, and asking myself,
Is this really where I want to be?
Anchors away, don't let it drag you down oh no!
But hey everyday, I'll pick my feet up off the ground