Until You Comply/Entropy

There is a storm that's been
 following me
 throughout my life
 It holds my tears -
 keeps me from crying
 And there's a light piercing through
 the dark clouds as I walk on by
 Keeping my distance -
 stay in the shadows
 My inner voices
 calls me a fiend of sex and drink
 I just don't care, don't want to go anywhere
 I'm content
 Right here at home I travel places
 Where no man has gone before
 I love the world within myself
 Let me go on a journey inside
 Sometimes I feel a strange longing within
 that breaks me down
 something is calling me out
 But there is the light
 piercing through
 the dark clouds as I try to hide
 sun is the devil...
 My inner voices calls me a coward
 what a laugh
 They feel no pain,
 they want to go everywhere,
 take control
 outside my door everything's different
 people are walking by with hollow faces,
 Nobody's saying a word
 I want to see life, now that I'm here,
 I ask for directions but nobody cares
 I hear the city - footsteps, a car
 A girl is singing "Tambourine Man"
 while strumming a guitar
 she has the answers, she holds the key
 Just talk to me in music and
 I guarantee you
 I will listen...
 I can't help wondering things like
 What's Bob Dylan doing now?
 Is he at home, eating a big bowl of corn flakes
 Just like I will, later on
 when I return back home
 Oh no, I shouldn't think that way,
 What will my inner voices say?
 Standing on a row, facing me
 "We're here to tell you
 how to think and feel
 And most of all to keep you in the line
 and show you what to do
 We'll just say: no! without a reason why
 We'll fuck you over and over again
 'til you comply"
 In the city park they all spring to life
 And although it's getting dark,
 we feel the sun caressing our skin
 in a yellow tone,
 A last goodbye for now, tonight,
 For tomorrow comes once more
 that harsh morning light
 The dying orchestra, frantically playing now
 to the bizarre scenery
 of a thousand naked bodies in a pit of flesh,
 Fucking to the bombastic warfare
 of the "valkyrie"
 And it goes a little bit something like this...
 could I be blind
 To the fact that we are all one
 All a part of this big vibrant whole
 citizens of the ant farm
 My thoughts are me
 But they spin out of control
 And I feel estranged
 Are we all wannabes?
 oh so hot and cool, ah feared
 and at the same time loved
 making blatant attempts to fit in
 There is nothing living left
 Life is a long queue to the urinal
 "We're here to tell you
 how to think and feel
 And most of all to keep you in the line and
 show you what to do
 We'll just say "no!" without a reason why
 We'll fuck you over and over, again
 'til you comply"