Rights of Passage Songtext
von Lipona

These severed connections make it obvious that I′m the culprit
I tried to find some common ground
Well, with diverging interests and our newly formed social networks
I guess I really let you down
Suddenly the prospects of wasting away in a cubicle
Are looking dim to me
I don't want to fit the mold of every person in America
I′d have to disagree
Don't sweep it all under the rug
You'll need to face it someday soon
I know you haven′t found yourself or your strengths


Or your wants or your needs
You′re like a leaf in the wind
You drift along at their whim
Until a harsh breeze comes in and sends you somewhere else
Machine men with machine hearts
Garbage in, garbage out
Machine men with machine hearts
Garbage in, garbage out
Are we really all automatons?
Only programmed for a purpose, to serve them
A disservice, when nothing is perfect