i surrender to your logical sense where bad and good are black and white where it's easy to point out who is wrong who's to be damned and who is alright there will be a nice for me somewhere in your sketch-book world it's down to categories it's down to the death of fantasy i surrender to your will to unite 'we' is holy and 'i' doesn't count where i follow the winds of my time and majorities rule out doubt i'll cheer along and stay in line step to step your sketch book world it's down to categories it's down to the death of fantasy one is barely nothing: I surrender only whispers: I surrender can't call out loud: I surrender may i just be dust in this world this world is still made of me may i cry out against the wind it will always carry me i'll cheer along and stay in line step to step your sketchbook world it's down to categories it's down to the death of fantasy we praise conformity mesmerized by unity