Individual — текст песни (Bad Religion)

(Greg Graffin)
Individuals run for cover, for the
multitudes of thoughtless clones have
reached a critical mass
Individuals hide in fear, under cover,
sheltered by a wafer thin veil of intelligence
Individuals nowhere to be seen
Urbana is oozing like a bloated carcass
with maggots cooking in the desert heat
Oozing, with progeny writhing and
desperate for input from someone more determined
Congregating in invisible circles
Half apart and half a part
All too aware of the insignificance
Pushing on with soul and heart
Individuals don`t pary for forgiveness,
when pinned up against the wall under seige of persecution
Individuals command exception, and accept dichotomy
Maybe you can`t choose anymore
Procreation without gain or purpose
Languid wils and torpid minds
Capulted ever faster by the arrow of time