Our outlook is bleak but the moment is grand
To be told we're independent is not enough
We should strive for autonomous thoughts
And your pride in your conformity is sickeningThis useless praise
But this desire for focus triggers abuse
Of an endless sense of insecurity
We grasp at endless questions for a sense of hopeIt's not so simple to sit and wait
We cannot embrace our roles blindly
They're assigned, they are assigned
Based on the fact that we will acceptMinds are in suspended animation
Due to an attachment to this established lifestyle
My existence will not be dictated like a reading from a book
I will not be predeterminedOur outlook is bleak
When approval is all we crave and the moment is grand
Your pride is sickening in your conformityBut this moment is grand
We should strive for autonomous thoughts
Approval is all we crave