The Process Lyrics - Good Riddance

Braced against the grip of choices 

Memories of the gentle ways 

Stained by a thousand voices 

Yearning for a shaft of light 

Catergorized 

And labeled an affliction 

Delivered naked into this world 

Dehumanized 

And cast down 

From the savage grip of the process 

This is not some kind of holy vision 

Holding back a great dogmatic tide 

Rinsed clean of servile derision 

Gaining passage to the other side