Edicts
Issued from inside the citadel and
Codes
Of conduct for all personel
Accepting
Those who march in the regime and
I'm exiled
For possession of illegal dreams

A vote
Is taken to decide what's true
It's final
Results are on the evening news
Instructions
For what is bought and what is sold
Accept them
I don't want to be out in the cold

Don't you feel inside
It's so cramped and tight
Of course you must be wrong
And everybody's right

Hard eyes
Burn a hole into your face, that spells out
Fashion
Run so fast to stay in plce, or maybe
Fission
With commandments to embrace my own
Destruction
And I'm gone without a trace

Searching
Out a sea I see the shore there is a
Signpost
And a price tag on the door with no
Admittance
I'll eat the gore and drink the bile I'll get
Acceptance
It makes life so worth while
Acceptance
Acceptance