Ulcerrhoea -

Do what the standard asks you to do Fit the conform, don't be one of a few Live in a box colored black and white And maybe some day you'll wake up in fright Face the emptiness of your standards Having been asleep your entire life Covered with sores of societies moral knife Built your values and thoughts on premade rules Just like another million of brainwashed fools Once you close your eyes You can hardly see the light