I surrender to your logical sense //
Where bad and good are black and white //
Where it's easy to point out who is wrong //
Who's to be damned and who is alright //
There will be a niche for me //
Somewhere in your sketch-book world //
It's down to categories //
It's down to the death of fantasy
I surrender to your will to unite //
'We' is holy and 'I' doesn't count //
I follow the winds of my time //
Majorities rule out doubt //
I'll cheer along and stay in line //
Step a step your sketch-book world //
It's bound to categories //
It's down to the death of fantasy
One is barely nothing - I surrender //
Only whispers - I surrender //
Can't call out loud - I surrender
May I just be dust in this world //
Still this world is made of me //
May I cry out against the wind //
It will always carry me
I'll cheer along and stay in line //
Step a step your sketch-book world //
It's bound to categories //
It's down to the death of fantasy //
We praise conformity //
Mesmerized by unity
