Individual-Bad Religion

Individuals run for cover for the multitudes of thoughtless clones Have reached a critical mass have reached a critical mass Individuals hide in fear undercover sheltered by the wafer Thin veil of intelligence thin veil of intelligence Individuals nowhere to be seen Urbana is oozing like a bloated carcass with maggots Cooking in the desert heat cooking in the desert heat Oozing with progeny writhing and desperate for input from Someone more determined someone more determined Congregated in invisible circles Half apart and half apart All too aware of the insignificance Pushing on with soul and heart Individuals don't pray for forgiveness when pinned up against the wall Under siege of persecution under siege of persecution Individuals command exception and accept dichotomy Maybe you can't choose anymore maybe you can't choose anymore Procreation without gain or purpose Languid wills and torpid minds Catapulted ever faster by the arrow of time You take yours and I'll keep mine