Milieu tells me who I am and what I want
Vacant eyes and polite lies get me everywhere
I'm not a threat the signs would say
But I have no conscience, no internal monologue
"The group is right
The stakes are low"
Thus spake the clone
A rapist and a leech
But his friends say it's cool
So he never questions it
Comfortable inside the box it's like the womb
Comfortable exploiting people it's like a game
I don't need to think for myself
There's a ready made self image in what I consume
What I consume.