Squares in squares, circles sit, triangles are full of it
They all know just what they are; defined, described, a shooting star
They all have a place to be
A place that holds them, place that keeps
Keeps the hardened world outside
The high, the low, the any tide
Normalcy is what they’re fed
Waking up, nothing to dread
All about the tasks that come
Don’t use that finger, use your thumb
Living in a realm of bliss
But looking closer, you’ll see this
People making deals back-handed
And when masses say “can’t stand it”
They just make these mice of men
So it can happen, all again
Silent sitting, it arouses
No it doesn’t, stay in houses
Shelter yourself from the truth
Believe the things they said in youth
Nothing’s like complacency
It’s what’s expected, and easy
Chasing days to quell our sin
I’m sorry, love, I don’t fit in
How the World Should Work 