people think they know me, because they herd one little story 

they think they know my life and what kind of person i am  

but i've got news for you, you can throw insults at me and i still won't give a damn. 

let me paint a picture for you, maybe then you'll see 

society is a trick and illusion of you and me. 

they put up signs and adds, and image you follow

they pant the pretty stuff and leave all the sorrow. 

they ignore the pain and the deep down hurt. 

 society can make gold out of dirt. 

now I'm not saying i know what it's all like 

I'll admit i don't know everything, I'm not always right. 

I'm saying we've all been screwed up, twisted in some weird way 

we've been programmed what to buy, how to act, what to say. 

the population has been cultivated, grown into weeds 

and the poisons of everything is from which it feeds. 

now i don;t know about you and i can't change what you think. 

but can't you see what society bleeds off? can't you smell that stink? 

I'm determined not to live up to what society wants me to be 

because society gives us chains, makes us slaves, but America says we're 

free.