Everyone expects us,

to fit in the mold,

We're supposed to shut our mouths,

and do as we're told,

Don't question,

anyone that has authority,

Don't think for yourselves,

go with the majority,

They want us to be,

little clones of them,

Anything else,

they seem to condemn,

It looks like,

a holocaust of originality,

Now everyone has to have,

the same mentality,

Perfect little angels,

who all look the same,

Looking for others',

approval and acclaim,

Our own utopia,

where everything's ideal,

On our knees,

we all will kneel,

Any chance of,

uniqueness will diminish,

That is when their plan,

will be officially finished