Milieu tells me who I am and what I want

Vacant eyes and polite lies get me everywhere

I'm not a threat the signs would say

But I have no conscience, no internal monologue

"The group is right

The stakes are low"

Thus spake the clone

A rapist and a leech

But his friends say it's cool

So he never questions it

Comfortable inside the box it's like the womb

Comfortable exploiting people it's like a game

I don't need to think for myself

There's a ready made self image in what I consume

What I consume