Why do you continue to insist
I try your pretty paint box?
You should've known long before this
That I love to load the dice
In your twisted game of status quo.
I won't feel dirty
When your institutional glow
Curses individuality.
In your conviction,
My freedom is your enemy.
I sang rebellion from very conception.
Isn't Minority lovely?
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