This place so soreen,
My mind so clean,
Away from the screen that hides the forever unseen,
The minds of society that just want us to go quietly,
Live with out variety,
Die in anxiety,
According to them we need to respect authority,
Avoid our priorities,
Follow the majority and accept our inferiority but what if the minority fight superiority and sing for equality, let them hear the sonority of the lower population and we'll give you a demonstration of a hierarchy rotation as we take our lives back,
Your reign is under attack because if we all club together we'll have power and wether or not we use it is up to us,
And the government will be left superfluous
What 2am can produce
