The X's on your-hands don't make you best
Or seperate you from all the rest
But still your a character judge
A philosophy becomes a way of dress
Something so pure becomes such a mess!
The peer pressure you were against
Is reversed and ·so intense
People are scared
To be different
But our abstinence
Seems so right!
Obsessed with anti obsession
Is were this road could lead
We constantly claim we're right
Blinded by the light!
Of what seems so right.
Nothing new can come in
When we have ourselves locked in
A dark room
With nothing but corners
And misleading doors
When will we get bored?

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