Too much order is disorder
Spontaneity is destroyed, compassion is sacrificed, freedom unknown
The spirit dies

Order creates soldiers and robots
Soldiers enforce order, robots fulfill duties
And the homogeneous culture blends into oblivion

Order creates imperfection through perfection
A hierarchy of perfectionist elite
Creativity and individuality become anomalies

Order is not the natural order
The natural order creates itself through lack of order
And the perfection of imperfection becomes the beauty of life

Order equals death
The death of change, the force of life itself
The death of the future where change lives

Order is the voice of fear
The sign of those who fear truth
The fear of those who want truth

Order is the order of the day
As we all suffocate under its unrelenting power
We await the order of what to do