While the song declares the subject...
I’m a special snowflake, totes unique.
From my self made crown, to my glittered feet.
When you don’t accept me, hear me...
While the song declares the subject had no choice but to become part of the (societal) apparatus, my connotation is that the speaker has allowed themselves to be subsumed by the machinations of the one deceiving them. To the point where they will wind up with little to no free and independent will of their own, and instead be the obedient servant of the other. A cog in the entity’s machine.
The worse part is, the speaker, now victim, will continue to see the delusion they originally wanted to see, and will view outside attempts to free them as evil being worked against them. As long as they don’t want the truth, they will never see the truth.
Welcome my son… welcome to the machine…..