Restarints where hoisted on
At such an early age
Straps where tightned in thse class
Scripts by the school sage
Putting out the spark
Left us in the dark

Possibilities shut right down
The cleaver of the uniform
Was handed down, trated like a clown

Where are we going ?
Where are we going ?
Throwing it away like that
What are we doing
Throwing it away
All that potential
Trickling away like that

We will refuse to be your clones
Or to work in someone's scheme
Let a person be themselves
Not be a part of a machine
That worships power and wealth
We need our sanity
The day will come when everyone
Will find their due respect
Hate will no longer be
A twisted form of love

Where are we going ?
Where are we going ?
Throwing it away like that
What are we doing
Throwing it away
All that potential
Trickling away like that




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