The weight of this sad time we must obey;
speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
For we were raised to praise the rules,
As indignant, vacant fools,
Until our dreams were bought and sold,
And we did just as we’re told.
Crippled by our comfort zone,
A mold where foreign thoughts had grown,
That nestled in our private space,
And sucked the life out of our face,
Until we served our parasite,
Who controlled what’s wrong and right.