Jibba This

We're slaves to saving time, as if we didn't have enough
We're slaves to the hormone, we're men, we must be tough
We're slaves to the dollar, and the happiness that it brings
Tradition rules from the start generations running 'round in rings

I want out
I want to escape the human role
I wanna, I wanna be myself
I want to melt down the mold, melt down this mold

They teach us we're fulfilled, when we've done what we're told
Now I feel an emptiness whenever I act out on my own

I wanna break these chains that bind, I want to pave my own path
Wanna leave the expectations of others behind, and fulfill my life with what you call crap

'Cause I want out
I want to escape the human role
I wanna, I wanna be myself
I want to melt down the mold

I want out
I want to escape the human role
I wanna, I wanna be myself
I want to melt down the mold, melt down this mold