This time I know what it’s all about
Apology for something that’s no one’s fault
You follow something that’s all laid out
And never break free ‘cause of fear and doubt

In the scene I stand
I’m surrounded by a book
A list of things I’m not
Rebellion models think I should
Be what they are
What they want me to be
Now what the fuck is that?
Would you accept me? No!

Can’t you see your music’s based on rebellion?
Not to follow all the rules
But to create like those who did it back then
“Keep it the same”
“No progress”
“Yeah, well, we’re fine the way it is”
Well, if you lock us up
Then when will you let us out?

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