Give us the strength, give us the wisdom
Give us a million in unmarked non-consecutive bills
Give us something that bleeds, give us something that trembles
Give us something that reminds us of old adolescent thrills
 
And tell me what’s the point in being a rogue element
When the world’s so big, and your vision is so small
Tell me what’s the point in being a rogue element
When you cannot accomplish anything at all
 
Give us the look, give us the language
Give us an illusion so convincing we forget it isn’t real
Give us a dream that slowly turns into a nightmare
Give us a kiss that slowly turns into a wound that cannot heal
 
And tell me what’s the point in being a rogue element
When you crawl back to your mommy in the end
Tell me what’s the point in being a rogue element
When it’s just a fucking game of let’s pretend
 
Give us an edge, a chemical advantage
Give us a pantheon of idiots to place upon our shelves
Give us a friend, easily mistaken for an enemy
Give us an enemy easily mistaken for ourselves
 
Tell me what’s the point in being a rogue element
When the rogue emperor is wearing his new clothes
Tell me what’s the point in being a rogue element
When the rogue element is just the latest pose
 
 

WE'RE ALL CAPTAINS OF THE MODERN INDUSTRY