You’re keeping in step, in the line.
Got your chin held high and you feel just fine
‘Cause you do what you’re told
But inside your heart, it is black
And it’s hollow and it’s cold
Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you wanna change it?