I hear stories, contradictions Social media, superstitions Teleprompters, televisions All that ringing in my ears I've got to find my way back home And create a world to call my own No mercy, no tears, the motives very clear You're not the last one of your kind Controlling, misleading, inflicting so much fear Cause they will try to own your mind And the teachers become preachers Made up stories, altered pictures Fit the model, take no chances Better love the circumstances You got to find your way back home Never forget you're on your own No mercy, no tears, the motives very clear You're not the last one of your kind Controlling, misleading, inflicting so much fear Cause they will try to own your mind No mercy, no tears, the motives very clear You're not the last one of your kind Controlling, misleading, inflicting so much fear Cause they will try to own your mind