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Strive for perfection, cling onto your schemed life Try to predict what's the coming You don't care about intuition or the moment Artificial goals in your schedule to clamp your days onto Never experience the joy of living initiative Just keep on thinking what if? Planned out down the drain Take your jacket, cause it might rain Lock yourself inside of your womb So nice in comfort you fail to look outside As if your life is so bad exactly you need to hide.. This is conformity at its best, just pass away with the rest I'm not trying to be a pain, but is it all about the fame? Money makes you feel safe, you buy a new chair Fancy what all the others buy as if they care Stunned by stupidity, I don't get the point (it makes no sense) All those slogans, who did you conform? Do you feel in comfort with your authority Is there improvement in your life now insecurity is banned? Planned out down the drain Lock yourself inside of your womb So nice in comfort you fail to look outside desperation and potential to fail all the opportunities they prevail I won't live my life in a tin can, (I can't shut me down) Won't be paralyzed and able to move From Letras Mania