This is the life we live:
The droning on of the voices
speak to me, and preach to me.
Tell me the wrong and right,
and watch me as I slowly back away,
and do what I want anyway.
This is the youth of today.
This is the way we were raised.
Stand up for what we believe in,
and stand up against the bad.
Stand up for the good.
Now take a seat,
and silence everything that we made you know.
Spoon fed the knowledge
of a truth that could be false.
Did Orwell know something we didn't?
The secrets kept so well,
like our own.
This is the life we live.
The choice of living.
The choice of being.
The weight of the world on your shoulders,
dear Atlas.