16.1

*bad language

It's a little strange, a little funny.

If you feel the same, sing it for me.

Get up on your feet, if you want to compete.
Or you can back up slowly if you want to retreat.
But don't sit down, because they've moved your seat.
So if you want to stand tall, you'd better look discrete.
Open your eyes, and see the deceit.
You could never run the show, so you should head for the streets.
We're all hungry, but their's nothing to eat.
We're all hungry, looking for someone to cheat.

I can make you famous girl, take off your clothes.
Keep the lights on, you already know how it goes.
And if you're feeling hesitant, go powder your nose.
How much is a little bit, nobody knows.
Death over designer, call it self imposed.
Photo's set to timer, call it overexposed.

I know what to do, I saw it on TV.
Be as I be, happiness is guaranteed.
If you want a level playing field, come see me.
I can break it down for you, like GDP.
The submarines called it the bourgeoisie.
But I call it, the puppet show that you can't see.
No man is an island, but we're all debris.
Looking at our brothers, thinking, how did he?...

You can put your guns up, you can take your aim.
If you shoot the player, I can help you win the game.
You don't have a prayer, I can help you shift the blame.
You're an individual, but they'll make you change your name.
So give me all your innocence, I'll turn it into shame.
Don't think outside the box, they'll call you clinically insane.
You want a ticket out of here, but you can't catch the train.
They'll give you your directions, but then, no one will explain.

It's the fortune you created, the fortune you control.
So get into survival mode, morality's on hold.
The story has been chosen, so you can't break the mould.
So pull yourself together and watch the play unfold.
The climate's ever changing, fortune has been sold.
The climate's ever changing, the futures fucking cold.