I don't need to be in control
No ache to break the mold
I will, like the joint i roll
Disappear
Don't need to beat the game
No ache to take the king
I just want to do my thing
'cos it is
Passing on horn a' plenty
Calm dissenting
Cognoscente
I hear it all loud and clear
I just want to stay right here
And do my own thing
Who will escape their role
When blindly, led by the fold
If they say they do not know
What it is
Voices will rise in vain
The loudest end up missing
So if they know, they do not say
But it is doublespeak
Singularity
Paradox or merely parody
I see it all come and go
I just want to take it slow
And do my own thing