Everyone loves a story.

As long as it follows the rules.

Well, I’m ripping out the pages.

Get a degree, get a job, get a girl, get a car

Don’t you dare wonder who you actually are

Just follow the dotted line, sign on the x

Wait for the weekend and the hollowed-out sex

Buy a house you can't afford with a loan from the bank

And remember to give the "higher-ups" thanks

For the privilege of breathing their recycled air

While you’re losing your soul and you’re losing your hair

It’s a script, it’s a play, it’s a pantomime show

And everyone’s acting like they actually know

Where the hell they are going and what they are doing

While the fabric of society is quietly undoing!

Page one: be quiet.

Page two: don’t riot.

Page three: just buy it.

Don’t you dare even try it!

I’m burning the script, I’m losing the plot

I’m giving away everything that I’ve got

To be more than a character, more than a trope

Trying to find life at the end of the rope

Yeah, the ending is written but I’m changing the lines

I’m breaking the cages and the cultural designs!

And they tell me I’m "difficult," "angry," or "lost"

Because I’m not willing to pay the high cost

Of my own individuality, fuck your opinion!

I won’t be a pawn or a corporate minion

You want me to smile for the camera lens?

While you’re backstabbing all of your "internet friends"?

It’s pathetic, it’s plastic, it’s perfectly planned

A mountain of garbage built on the sand

I’m the typo, the error, the smudge on the ink

The only one here who is starting to think

That the "normal" you sold us is actually a disease

And I’m the only one who isn’t falling to my knees!

Page one: be quiet.

Page two: don’t riot.

Page three: just buy it.

Don’t you dare even try it!

I’m burning the script, I’m losing the plot

I’m giving away everything that I’ve got

To be more than a character, more than a trope

Trying to find life at the end of the rope

Yeah, the ending is written but I’m changing the lines

I’m breaking the cages and the cultural designs!

Act one: The Birth.

Act two: The Grind.

Act three: The Death.

Is that all you've got for me?

I want a rewrite!

I want a rebellion!

I’ve shredded the script, I’ve mastered the plot

I’m taking back everything that I’ve got

I’m the author, the actor, the king, and the fool

I’m making my own way, I’m making the rule

Yeah, the ending was written but I burned all the lines

I’m free from the cages and the cultural designs!

The end?

Nah.

Chapter one.