a new morning falls
but some don't want to wake
they'd rather die
than be society's slave
—
they say after school
all the tests end
but everyday is something new
you have to learn and pretend
—
we look up at the sun
keep our heads high
but we're blinded by the rays
that are known as humanity's lies
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Humanity ø
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