Sir…yes, Sir…
Tell me what to do,
Make me mechanical,
Take away all my etiquette.
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I'll robust to your fitting,
Submit to your pleasing.
I am a delinquent,
You're the cadet, my meaning.
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Mechanical delinquent…please make me conform,
I can't help myself; I need guidance that will place me in my form.
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Screw your laws, I must demise myself;
I feed off the anger.
I cannot contain obscenity any longer,
I'll rage against the propaganda.
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Make me numb; I'm robotic,
I must be Stepford, like the wife.
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I am a delinquent through law and rage,
Yell until my brakes take me away,
I'll be easy to drain
Once the oil stains the way.
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My heart is already dust;
Just sweep the remains,
Look, there is the sweeper,
Now, litter me all over.
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I am young but carry so much rebellion,
Through a world following chaos and misfortune.
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Mechanical delinquent…please make me conform,
I can't help myself; I need guidance that will place me in my form.
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Money all over
Sweat pouring rarity,
Deceit equals success,
Deadbeats run this city.
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Stoic faces,
Same routine.
Follow my lead to in-toxicity,
It's the norm; take my hand, please.
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Hand me my check,
I don't want to work hard,
Keep me unhappy,
I'll follow the drugs,
Unveil my debt of money,
And finish practicing debauchery.