The plan is to follow the plan
No matter what you do you follow the plan
Is it all decided, our choices made for us?
Does anyone really give a damn?
Either way we follow the plan
Whether it's blowing up a balloon
Or becoming the president, in the end
We all follow the plan
No one knows the plan
Not the guy with the 170 iq
Or the fortune teller down the street
We can guess the plan all that we want
In the end we will never know
What happens once we finish the plan
Because in the plan we'll all be gone
No one will witness the finishing of the plan.