Generica

From birth you've been in line

Waiting for them to tell you its time

How to breathe and what to wear

You've lost your momentum and you don't seem to care

It's okay to be plastic and forget how to feel

But the barcode on your neck reminds you that you're real

Their thinglish suppressors of this common place world

They know how easy it is for you to be fooled

I caution you of this mind sucking device

It allows you to be no one, what a spuddly device

They plant the seed of how you look, think and feel

You've been in a trance for so long, you forgot what it's like to be real

All of you generics seem to taste the same

While being free to choose your flavor you're the only one to blame

So shed their layers and unplug their cord

Delete the egosematic trash they had permanently stored