Individual

We're all puppets, made to play
Made to dance in a sick ballet
And in our existence, it seems to be
Our words will never amount to meaning

We're products of the factory, made to be
Individual to nobody
And in our existence, I happen to know
None of us will leave with something to show

We're toys in a doll's house, made to know
That no-one wants to hear our woe
And in our existence, I'm sure of one thing
We've all been the same from the very beginning

The moulds we're made from are all one thing
None of us are designed to win
And in our existence, we've all been played
For in the end, we're all exactly the same