i hear people talk
all day but they don’t
know the words they say
It’s like being on
auto pilot same routine
day after day
So when you’re on of
the few who fly a
diffrent rout it’s hard
Hard to fight the
numbness trying to
envelope your brain
A numbness that will
make you like them
a robot, unhuman, unfeeling
But those few of us
who will stand and
think a diffrent way
We are a new race
a new generation and
we have a new freedom
So those still standing
please don’t fall
for you are the
salvation of us all