When we were young    you said you've never compromise   The catch phrases and routines    were a waste of all your time   Who wants to be a product?      This paper house burns easily   Your wings got tangled in the wires   Tried to break loose, but caught on fire   Scars deep inside of you remind you not to fly      I saw you come crashing down   Collapsing with a smile   Choking on your own self   as it came up with your bile   You became your enemy      Accepting what you called insane   Put on your tie and play the game   You'll never make the rules   Everything you own is owning you