Born into a world of convictions.
He drives to work wearin' a Je-sus beard.
(Chants) OM (ooooohhhhhmmmmmmmm)
clutchin' onto his coffee.
Holdin' deeply on to rit-u-ual.
ooh he'll hold on. on. on.
( onandonand on ooooh)
Boxed in by thoughts on-ly of himself.
His mind a mirror
producing only images
-representations of the real.
He drives searching for meaning.
While the rest
hold out their hands
how long he will run. run. run. ruh uhuhuh oooooooh
Despite all this conditionin'
his words are all lost in his head
He works for someone else's profitin'
HO-ooold on. on. on.
into a world of convictions
like halos in the sun.
There is no justice in any cause
since everyone has already been bought