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One Simple Question
We live in
A conformist
Playground
They push us around
And beat us down
For being different
Telling us who to be
While still claiming
We're free
Dictating
Yes controlling
Our very thoughts
Without us
Even knowing
What the hell
Is wrong
With society
How the hell
Are we really
Too fucking
Blind to see
What is really going on
Right before
Our very eyes
They fill our heads
Our very minds
With lie
After lie
Never catching on
We fail to ask why
As history repeats
Itself again
Over and over
Until we get it
We finally see it
Or it's too late
And all that's left
Is the fall
We could have avoided
By asking
One simple question
Why
