-Trust In I-
The open book speaks a word that we trust so blindly.
The news report we follow, too.
The innocent teacher tells a story that she once was told.
Because of what she is, we think it's true.

Bowed and kneeling we doze off to a man droning on and on,
trusting every word he says.
In the dollar we give we have more faith,
because the currency is for sure.

The teacher, the dollar, the anchor, our father.
The paper, what we read but not see or experience.
Blindfolded by ourselves and what we put our faith in.
The 'huddled masses' know the truth...or do they?

A student raises his hand to question the answer given.
The professor rolls his eyes.
Because of what he's heard and what he's read,
he'll suppress the urge to criticize.
He never took the time to see for himself.
He closed his eyes and listened in,
betraying every thought he ever had against the system.
Complacency quickly set in.

(THE CROWD IS SUFFOCATING)
fashion is self-destruction
(THIS SMILE'S A FUCKING COSTUME)
reaction: rejection
(THIS LIFE'S A FUCKING NIGHTMARE)
no longer self-unaware
(IT'S LIKE I'M WALKING BACKWARDS)
your life is once again your own
(I'M DYING FOR MY LIFE!!!)

Why do we pretend
that what we know we know for ourselves?

What would you write?
What would you speak?
What would you watch?
What would you read?
What would you touch?
What would you feel?
What would you teach?
Would you believe?
How would you act?
What would you think?
Where would you go?
What would you be?

Take what you've got, not what they give.
Invest it in how it is you will live.
Live for yourself, not for the scene.
Open your eyes, you'll see what I mean.

Just lead yourself, don't follow me.
Boredom's the son of conformity.
Open your fist, just let it go.
Speak from your heart, live from your soul.

Believe in you,
don't believe in me.
Trust in I.
Don't believe them.