Wax Statues

I hope this culture that we make won't be forgotten

You have to know where you went wrong

or is that thought pre-ordained

An individual is just one who follows the rules

Your soul bought off the rack

Who controls what you'll be today

A new commercial tomorrow

Frozen in place like wax statues

With all that direction you seem distorted

Too many things that you want to be

Manipulation is a cycle

And all your lies are self absorbed

Force down bile to fit the mold

Once you're in it stays that way?

All the power you feel still won't set you free

You still think it's out of your hands

Open up your eyes and see what they've made you

The reflection seems crooked and weak