I'm done with doing the time Just as long as the punishment is fitting the crime Tell it to the judge if you think it'll rhyme Preach it to the choir if your feeling divine I'm gonna leave it, gonna leave it behind Punches gonna roll, better take it in stride Eyes are gonna see even if they were blind Ears are gonna bleed from the passion inside Just a product of mere evolution Welcome to the machine Take a ride on the grand illusion And you'll see what I mean I'm down with doing the time Just as long as the punishment is fitting the crime Evolving from mere rigor mortis Coming back from the dead Revolving around all this madness Never losing my head Make way for the new Revolution Take back the machine Breathing in the human pollution Payback it's a modern disease Another product of mere evolution It's a social disease Mental state of the institution Now you see what I mean