Human Instinct

We fall in line, our march in sync
We do not love, we do not think

Keep your head high, go with the crowd
Do not look back and never look down

Never let your posture shrink
To be a clone is human instinct

Barriers up, never drop guard
Or be lost like a broken shard

Long straight hair, size zero waist
A football player with a perfect face

Never let your posture shrink
To be a clone is human instinct

We stand in line and wait our turn
To watch the different die and burn

Conformity rules a mass so large
We sing “Sieg Heil!” to the man in charge