Hey there, yes you— the kid in the back.
With your constant clatter and chatter.
Do not talk back
Hey there, yes you— the kid in the room.
With your deliberate defiance.
Do not assume.
Hey there, yes you— the kid in the hall.
With your nagging and non-compliance
Do not befall.
Hey Kid, do you ever listen?
Hey Kid, do you ever shutup?
How dare you question my authority— my title is bold and loquacious.
How dare you question my reasoning— my stare is cold and capricious.
My book of spells that I carry upon my back— it explains you so well.
In clear and confusing language that your desire to be free is, in fact, your disease.
Take this potion and drink up. White noise and robot bliss is such a breeze.
Is this ok? Do you need help swallowing the pill?
What was that? Free agency? There is no such thrill.
Swallow the pill and consume your pride.
There is nobody to help or confide.
How can we protect the walls from the crazies?
— You are bound to go crazy and stomp on all the daises.
What labels to use, they’re all ripe for the taking?
— You are bound up in shackles of your own making.
Hey Kid, is that you, with that number on your face?
— # 10101001, such a disgrace.
I once signed a contract that said Above all, I shall do no harm.
Adderall, Xanax and Prozac — never any pain, works like a charm.
I build all these walls to keep your freedom within.
And one day you will realize your freedom is, without.
You will build a hammer to free thyself from within.
And one day you will roam free and I will be, without.
Or maybe you’ll just keep on keepin’ on with that stupid fucking grin.