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So I see these people. Every day, average, normal people. Some of them are friends, some of them aren't. Some are exceptional people, born with genius. But they all end up the same. That genius gets hammered out, bleached from the patchwork by our relentless need to form a general consensus. We're so desperate to have a common mind that we twist and contort any notion of originality until it becomes taboo; a tribute of the outcast. It becomes something to avoid like the plague for fear of stepping outside the boundaries of our own predefined lifestyles. We grow up being told the truth of the world like it's simply black and white -- this is true, this is not, here's our proof, believe it or there's something wrong with you.
And then we complain that there's something wrong with the world. How disturbed is that? We're the cause of our own stigma, perpetuating what we supposedly rail against. Governing generation after generation of sheep, conditioning how they think and feel until they're carbon copies of their predecessors. It's the reverse-process of an assembly line. We're taking a new product and shoving it into an outdated mold.
The really sick thing is that in order to get anywhere respectable in life, you have to let the world break your back. You're reformed, and all those childhood fantasies and fragile, innocent wishes are ripped from you like it's supposed to be normal.
You're given an ultimatum: wear our boots, or be trampled under them.
So lost in your afflictions
The solemn comfort of your grave
If you close your eyes
the light can't take it away
Not I - I won't conform to what I see in you
Not I - I won't surrender what I am
Not I - And even if it was a part of me
Not I - I'll never be that way again
After all this thinking and big talk, all I really know is this one simple thing:
I may never change the world, but the world is never changing me.
And then we complain that there's something wrong with the world. How disturbed is that? We're the cause of our own stigma, perpetuating what we supposedly rail against. Governing generation after generation of sheep, conditioning how they think and feel until they're carbon copies of their predecessors. It's the reverse-process of an assembly line. We're taking a new product and shoving it into an outdated mold.
The really sick thing is that in order to get anywhere respectable in life, you have to let the world break your back. You're reformed, and all those childhood fantasies and fragile, innocent wishes are ripped from you like it's supposed to be normal.
You're given an ultimatum: wear our boots, or be trampled under them.
So lost in your afflictions
The solemn comfort of your grave
If you close your eyes
the light can't take it away
Not I - I won't conform to what I see in you
Not I - I won't surrender what I am
Not I - And even if it was a part of me
Not I - I'll never be that way again
After all this thinking and big talk, all I really know is this one simple thing:
I may never change the world, but the world is never changing me.