• You tell me it’s pointless

    You tell me no you cannot no
    No point in trying, in striving for better than what WE say you can be
    You think you can shine well you are but a pebble with the delusions of a diamond

    Wear your uniform like your fathers sisters brothers mothers
    Get back into single file and march along to the beat of normality
    Brand yourself with the mark of obedience and
    Follow the path that we set for you

    But I say NO

    I will melt the wax around my form and mold it into my own person
    I will take the needle and thread in my OWN HANDS
    And I will sew the fabric of my own uniform of individuality
    Because this is what I am here for this is what WE ARE HERE FOR
    And I see more in my fantasies than you will ever see in your fake realities
    And I don’t need your say-so because
    I DARE

    I dare to reach into my mind into my heart into my SOUL
    I dare to be different, to use blue instead of red black instead of white
    To bear the essence of my being on my sleeve in prisms that shimmer in the light
    To crack that slab of rules set in stone straight down the middle and
    WRITE MY OWN RULES
    But you tell me no

    You tell me it’s pointless

    You laugh in my face you take your vexations out on me
    You degrade me you smother my ambitions with your PILLOW OF NARROW-MINDEDNESS
    And you say THIS is normal this is the REALITY of the world so suck it up bow your head down
    And don’t say a word because none of it matters anyway
    It’s all lost in translation

    So when the generation after asks where is our music our words our dance where is our art
    WHERE IS OUR HUMANITY?

    You can blame yourself

    Because you tied the knot of conformity with your own two hands
    You throttled out all the love hope dreams change soul with YOUR OWN TWO HANDS
    And now the burden is not yours not mine it is THEIRS
    They bear the burden and the pain and the death and loss of love hope dreams change soul
    And it is up to THEM to set right what you have done wrong

    And in the end we are all made of the vibrations of strings and
    The stroke of a paintbrush is our death but it is our life as well and if I choose to embrace that then that’s MY OWN BUSINESS
    Because this is here this is now this is the FUTURE and we are its creator

    So you tell me that I’m pointless?

    Well take a look around, because WE
    Mean more to this world than you know