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 nice 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

where i follow the winds of my time

and majorities rule out doubt

i'll cheer along and stay in line

step to step your sketch book world

it's down 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

this world is still made of me

may i cry out against the wind

it will always carry me



i'll cheer along and stay in line

step to step your sketchbook world

it's down to categories

it's down to the death of fantasy

we praise conformity

mesmerized by unity