Uniform
(Lyrics Mike Jones/Guitar Zach Walizer)

Dressed up in coloring don't look so very real
Put a hole through everything there's nothing left to feel
Tall hair and everything it makes you all the same
Don't stand for anything, that's not fed into your brain

The outside shows you everything, you want the world to see
And inside you silently comply when they say who you should be
Is this a state of mind, or a state of denial?
Does it mean anything or is it just a style?

Shock now turns to boredom, how can you afford them?
your uniform accessories?

Highlighting your silence, artful sex and violence, practice it so very well?

Symbols of your freedom, go ahead and be them, there's more important things to me