C.O.N.F.O.R.M. - DJ Shadow, The Gift of Gab, Lateef The Truth Speaker

This instrument can teach, it can illuminate, and yes it even can inspire

But it can do so only to the extent that humans are determined to use it to

those ends

Otherwise, it’s nothing but wires and lights in a box

Running, rushing, blood spilling

Tears are pouring, it seems the well is never filled

Mentally exhausted, overworking, take another pill

All to keep the owner of the corporation stacking billions

These corporations manipulating our daily lives

Got us exasperated working through all of our days and nights

Sacrifices your leisure time to end up at a 9 to 5

To work until you are deceased without a single moment for peace

Never still, it just keeps rolling down the hill, nobody tries to stop it

Dont get cocky get you killed, you’ll be a trending topic

A cog up in the wheel

A sacrifice to the cult of death being built

Caught up in the matrix, virtual digital minds

We don’t memorize phone numbers or directions when

We drive

We don’t even have to go shopping to get our food and buy things

We only push a button, we don’t even have to try

Can’t even lift an eye up away from my phone

Talking to Instagram live just so I don’t feel alone

Flooding my Twitter feed with my deepest feelings and thoughts

My page is public but my sense of conversation is blocked

I validate myself through followers just to feel important

Instead of living in the moment, I much rather record it

Nobody knows my first name but know my Snapchat handle

I’m just a millennial trapped in social media standards

I see oppression within an effort

To own the rights of my expression

I see expression, influence, the feeling

To wipe our opinions, we are the meaning of conforming

Shelling out melodies and feverish frequencies

Funding boardroom salaries, they pay me in exposure

No penalties when they’re late paying me

No benefits seen, just means for you to leave the foreclosure

Advertise that revenue, everything that you consume

All for them, less for you, they do all the sorting

Try to figure out ways to make you feel important

While they keep robbing you blind, hold extortion

In some sense that’s the power of the Internet

On the other hand, that’s a perfect formula for the dark side

This is our generation’s form of nuclear power

How we deal with this will be the stuff in history

I see oppression within an effort

To own the rights of my expression

I see expression, influence, the feeling

To wipe our opinions, we are the meaning of conformity