Sicks Deep – Programmed lyrics

The formula dictates I'm destined for failure;
The catalog consisting only of god's choosing.
All insecurities are born of a snap-shot;
The stats are evident: we cannot succed if we already failed.

Slave to the fourth branch of control;
To the constraints on the limitations in my head;
Programmed inside.
Got a collar on my neck;
Blame me 'cause I let it in.

Down with statistics
Follow your heart
Programmed restrictions
We tear ourselves apart.

Down with statistics
Follow your heart
So illogistic
We tear ourselves apart!

The middle-class is but a slave to contentment;
All of our parents are a product of classism;
The greed of power-dons dictating the lesson;
The lesson consisting of selfish preservation of influence.

Slave to the fourth branch of control;
To the constraints on the limitations in my head;
Programmed inside.
Got a collar on my neck;
Blame me 'cause I let it in.

Down with statistics
Follow your heart
Programmed restrictions
We tear ourselves apart.

Down with statistics
Follow your heart
So illogistic
We tear ourselves apart!

Down with statistics
Follow your heart
Programmed restrictions
We tear ourselves apart.

Down with statistics
Follow your heart
So illogistic

Save yourself!
Raising hell!
Save yourself!