How you choose to live your life - that's your own choice
Your got your own mind - I trust you've your own voice...

But I'm confused.
You people can't seem to make up your mind.
Don't want to conform, left behind either.

That much-vaunted "American Dream" of "Leave it to Beaver".

Tradition. Empirical Measure. The Standard Bearer.
The quantity of the punishment - the depravity of pleasure...

I know what you don't want to hear - starvation, recession, war, pestilence, disease and fear...

The universe is a complex, random, dangerous place, and you're all up in it -
Tossed adrift and out to Sea....

At the lowest possible cost, I set your squirming, anxiously addled minds at ease.

Security and Predictability. Institution. Ritual. Moral Piety.

And only now do you wonder what was the final cost?

That sucking sound?
That was your autonomy you lost.

But worry you not a jot, no need to thank me with yet more conformity.
I have all the authority of the silent majority.

From my blessed, brilliant, genius - the most precious human invention -

Known commonly as "Society" - I myself like to call it
The Monkey Mentality

One man was simple - all he prescribed was love your neighbor as thy brother.
As I recall, we nailed him to a tree, didn't we?

Sacrificed on the altar of convenient fashionable nobility.

You know it's true - Mel Gibson showed us on the Internet and the TV....
Scamper up the tree, my fellow cute little monkeys.

The bananas are all on me...

I won't be joining you,no, because I have but one wish...

I require liberty....