Our outlook is bleak but the moment is grand
  To be told we're independent is not enough.
  We should strive for autonomous thoughts
  And your pride in you conformity is sickening
  This useless praise
  But this desire for focus triggers abuse
  Of an endless sense of insecurity.
  We grasp at endless questions for a sense of hope
  It's not so simple to sit and wait
  We cannot embrace our roles blindly
  They're assigned
  They are assigned, based on the fact that we will accept
  Minds are in suspended animation
  Due to an attachment to this established lifestyle
  My existence will not be dictated like a reading from a book
  I will not be predetermined.
  Our outlook is bleak.
  When approval is all we crave and the moment is grand.
  Your pride is sickening.
  In your conformity.
  But this moment is grand.
  We should strive for autonomous thoughts.
  Approval is all we crave!