I'm done with doing the time

Just as long as the punishment is fitting the crime

Tell it to the judge if you think it'll rhyme

Preach it to the choir if your feeling divine

I'm gonna leave it, gonna leave it behind

Punches gonna roll, better take it in stride

Eyes are gonna see even if they were blind

Ears are gonna bleed from the passion inside

Just a product of mere evolution

Welcome to the machine

Take a ride on the grand illusion

And you'll see what I mean

I'm down with doing the time

Just as long as the punishment is fitting the crime

Evolving from mere rigor mortis

Coming back from the dead

Revolving around all this madness

Never losing my head

Make way for the new Revolution

Take back the machine

Breathing in the human pollution

Payback it's a modern disease

Another product of mere evolution

It's a social disease

Mental state of the institution

Now you see what I mean