My intuition is to hate
the institution of the school
I feel that savagely they rape
the innocent who come as fools

The young are forced, they have no choice
they’re made to come and fit the mold
They are coerced to lose their voice
and shown the proper way to fold

The world is in demand for bricks
they see us as a fresh supply
So they begin to teach us tricks
to make us live up to their lies

“Your life is great, you should have pride
in everything mankind has done!”
Yet still my fate I can’t decide
and youth evokes a setting sun