Mechanical Advantage

Shut your heart up, won’t you stop that heart of yours? 
It beats and bleeds, pumping with a constant need 
Silence your mind, won’t you numb that head of yours? 
It’ll do you no good, when bad thoughts are all that you feed
 Keep your creativity away from me, can’t you see I am ordinary?
 Here, we live the standard, breathe routine, and brag conventionality 
You’ll find us on the beaten path, afraid to stray from conformity 
We keep our head from the clouds, our feet on steady ground 
Here, there are no dreamers; no nonsense to be found
 Automatic, unaware 
Break the mold we do not dare 
Apathetic, unaware
 Lives in motion while we stare
 This is how we manage, we’ve got the mechanical advantage