Uniforms

I can't retrace why you are wasting your mind
On ancient uniforms and stupid rites
You follow stars that hang dead in the sky
And all your attitudes are worn out lies

You suck up thoughts that tradition spits out
You love to endure and you hate to doubt
You trust the herd 'cause it makes you feel safe
And your neat haircut makes your grandpa's days

Why are you proud when you're marching in steps
It makes me sick to see you drown in heads
Get out and start to define your own rules
Distrust the given and the stranger's truth.