Bad Religion - Individual текст песни

(Greg Graffin)
Individuals run for cover, for the
multitudes of thoughtless clones have
reached a critical mass
Individuals hide in fear, under cover,
sheltered by a wafer thin veil of intelligence
Individuals nowhere to be seen
Urbana is oozing like a bloated carcass
with maggots cooking in the desert heat
Oozing, with progeny writhing and
desperate for input from someone more determined
Congregating in invisible circles
Half apart and half a part
All too aware of the insignificance
Pushing on with soul and heart
Individuals don't pary for forgiveness,
when pinned up against the wall under seige of persecution
Individuals command exception, and accept dichotomy
Maybe you can't choose anymore
Procreation without gain or purpose
Languid wils and torpid minds
Capulted ever faster by the arrow of time