Break me from this waking sleep
Slate me for some changing feat
Disquiet me from anything to something
Call off the habit apathy
And let me more than be

Redefining meaning for the last time
Redivining destiny for the first time
And falling out of line besides

Too comfortable to call the game for rain
Too abhorable to stall to feign disdain
Yet too immovable to remain

Simply put, I can't keep living inside this house
Simply put, I can't keep putting aside my doubts
Simply put, this really could get as bad as it would seem

Sardonic in my unsubtle disinterest
Fighting back against the pressure to reenlist
In the massive, passive, consumer-cult collective
Of worker drones who perpetuate the infection
The silent backbone of capitalism

Yet there's no spine in me