Whatever you want, you got it, whatever makes you happy You can't ruffle any feathers, and don't forget to stir the gravy But even though I'm used, it's all part of appropriation You try to hide the truth with your procrastination But individuality, 's to rise on your cottage Suiciety, it never reaps the harvest You never gonna get it big The time and the place plays, keep on moving on like the ocean So wipe that fuckin' stupid look off their face 'Cause it's just like I imagined And everything I do, just adds the artist's satisfaction But then you look at my ideals, to feed your morbid fascination Well, individuality, 's to rise on your cottage Yeah, Suicide-Suiciety, well, it never reaps the harvest You're never gonna get love You're throwin' it all away I just can't get enough, no satisfaction Well, individuality, 's to rise on your cottage But their Suiciety, well it's never gonna reap any harvest Well, your individuality, 's to rise on your cottage Their Suicide-Suicide-Suiciety, well, it never reaps any harvest