Edicts Issued from inside the citadel and Codes Of conduct for all personel Accepting Those who march in the regime and I'm exiled For possession of illegal dreams A vote Is taken to decide what's true It's final Results are on the evening news Instructions For what is bought and what is sold Accept them I don't want to be out in the cold Don't you feel inside It's so cramped and tight Of course you must be wrong And everybody's right Hard eyes Burn a hole into your face, that spells out Fashion Run so fast to stay in plce, or maybe Fission With commandments to embrace my own Destruction And I'm gone without a trace Searching Out a sea I see the shore there is a Signpost And a price tag on the door with no Admittance I'll eat the gore and drink the bile I'll get Acceptance It makes life so worth while Acceptance Acceptance