From the recording Crown of Apathy

Music written and performed by Mick Blankenship
www.mickblankenship.com
Co-produced by John Moyer (Disturbed)
Mixed and mastered by Shawn Christmas

Lyrics

A bottle of whiskey, a bottle of pills
You’re still trying to change the way you feel
You’re broken and empty
You’re hollow inside
There’s one thing that’ll ease your mind now stand up! STAND UP!
Think with your own mind or stand on the sidelines Tell me right now what you want it to be
Feed us with headlines and drown us in deadlines Choking on the ashes of your facias decree
Now stand up!
We live our lives, believe their lies
We’re afraid to stand alone
Conformity, we have a social screen disease Transcend the machine
Hide with a fake smile, but feel that your on trial You’re only adding to the corporate greed
Trapped in your own hell, Identities for sale
Pay the price for what you want but not what you need stand up!
We live our lives, believe their lies
We’re afraid to stand alone
Conformity, we have a social screen disease Transcend the machine
Now be the one, the prodigal son that makes the whole damn world with they wouldn't have judged. The want to see you fall, and tell you you’re wrong. The want to be in control but they ain’t running the show. Now be the one, the son of a gun that proves them all wrong and takes the all to the sun YEAH!
Rise above the machine!
We live our lives, believe their lies
We’re afraid to stand alone
Conformity, we have a social screen disease Transcend the machine