This poem wasn't inspired by the Federal Paint Specs, which means that the government has their own, "Paint Chips," with colors that are regulated and used by and for the government, but since it is about society I guess you could say that (Yes, that mean the government regulates certain colors to be used. Weird, huh?).

"Society"

Didn't people tell you not to be yourself?

To do what every one else does; to get a job and not be someone else?

To get a career and gather minimum wealth?

Degrade your health, with naive intentions.

Lose your wealth, with degraded retention.

This is our society, land of sobriety, of sameness, cultural under-development fueled by the media and the government.

The past doesn't matter, cause' you're a corporate slave.

Work so hard you fall into your grave,

your blue collar is like an economic noose, hang yourself and just let loose.

Programmed to obedience, to not question authority,

because this is our society, land of sobriety, of sameness, cultural under-development fueled by the media and the government.

Our industry is exploitative, out-of-date and over-rated.

Consumerism is an epidemic, we buy our own content,

from fashion-labels, make-up and plastic surgery just to get a compliment.

So why are you yourself?

Why don't you get a job and be like everybody else?

Yeah, this is our society, land of sobriety, of sameness, cultural under-development fueled by the media and the government.