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Is this my life, or is this just routine?
With a dime, purchased my self esteem
All this aggression and self hatred makes for one angry machine

Now they’re selling rebellion, they’re selling rebellion
They’re selling it all up to me
Now they’re selling rebellion, they’re selling rebellion
Because right now it’s what I need

Could you sell me enough?

Security is an emotional need
We’re all the same made from the machine
We could rise up to take a stand but they are waiting and one step ahead

Now they’re selling rebellion, they’re selling rebellion
They’re selling it all up to you
Now they’re selling rebellion, they’re selling rebellion
Because they see it in you

Take it and make it all my own
I paid good money to feel safe
I believe everything I buy, therefore I am

There’s something that I’m looking for
The thing that promises me more
A mass of production of what makes me who I am

Escape from this mundane life
They tell you you need something more
You need to be a better man now
Well they’ve got something for you
But they’re going to need to whore you
Could you sacrifice your soul for this?
Well you’re going to need to try

I think I found a piece of you that doesn’t come from a package
But they’re waiting for it to fail, so they can sell you something new