I am a cog in the machine And that's just the way I like it Smiling faces on TV Telling me things will be just fine And if ignorance is bliss I'm as giddy as an infant I stared into the abyss And saw my own reflection I don't want to change my mind Somebody made it up already And if there's blame to be assigned I'm forever pointing outwards I am a useful idiot I'm an infantile disciple And if I don't get my way I'll blow this whole God damned thing up