Here's a mass manufactured soundtrack for the rapture
For the sheep being herded deep inside the pasture
Play your role

The relationship is slave and master
So who's the shepherd with the cane that you're running after
And follow blindly

Like many hollow minds behind me
Who think the piercings and the nappy $$# 'fro define me
And seek identity in trends the media sends nightly

Fight the influence?
Unlikely
Though they might be swayed

By alternative viewpoints played
If repeated several thousand times a day
Now a new trend has been instituted

Jump on it quick
They'll talk %#@! if you're truant
It's the new style

New thug
New drug
But really it's the same old %#@!

In a different outfit
But I doubt it really matters
Ideas stored on a stack of rotating platters

Make your reality out of binary data
A major promo campaign later
And it's the subject of all idle chatter


And just like that you've been duped
The chain was a fake

The label rented the coupe
Those bomb $$# models only showed up for the loot
And once they get paid that fool might not recoup

But the image won't diminish the established baller status
That you receive daily on your viewing apparatus
The biggest and the boldest

The best and the baddest
You see 'em on the street and the whole illusion shatters
But still the faithful won't wait 'til the scheme's been exposed

And stand idly by while their dreams decompose
As one scene dies, another scene grows
The sheep flock to it and thus the cycle goes

On into eternity
Until you eventually
Learn to be comfortable within your own identity

Be the epitome of individuality
Or follow the herd
And swallow their hollow words