Though once you might have thought
To cast away conformity,
“We must go along with the majority.”
Are the words you’ve just wrought
And now I finally realize
The clanging bells of hypocrisy
Have been tolling with the fluency
Of your words used to visualize
A world of individuals

Who am I to protest?
You live and breathe what I only preach
But you are the one who lives hidden away
And you are the only one to say
“What are you doing out of jail?”
Individual is synonymous with single
Single is synonymous with lone
And to be alone is such your fate
You, my friend, are one in millions
Yet still forced to comply with law
Yet still forced to go along