I want to hear your heart speak,
Even if you’re afraid of what it might say.
I want you breaking free from your clique,
And return to yourself, but only,
After you first run away.

That originality is oft misunderstood, is true.
But ‘tis a sin to voice mediocrity in its lieu.
Yes! You’ll be ostracized and generally hated,
But your heart will sing a song, for which
Some ears have longingly, long waited.

The order of the world is to enslave,
So rave, rebel, and misbehave.
Before you draw your last and ride the hearse
Free your mind, clear your throat,
Then stand firm and rock your whole universe.