They tell us to be ourselves, but pressure us to be the same.
They say follow your dreams, but don't let us on our way.
We're trapped in between, forced to lay subject to routine.
I'm here to wake you up, be all that you can be.
In this world, angst is all we breathe.
The air is corrupted by deceit
We will not be strayed
We will find our way
From the corruption to our dreams
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