| Welcome to class now you are
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| Locked up all your life in a concrete structure
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| Blocked off from the world
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| Clogging up your thoughts with the empty
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| Notions
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| Null on the outside
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| Live, learn
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| A black stare responds
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| The master of ceremonies drones right on for hours
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| The blinding lights go dull
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| The brilliant babies go back home uninspired
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| Running up your brain through the rodent mazes
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| Cold and predefined
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| Making all the necessary contributions
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| Keep within the lines
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| Hold still
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| Welcome to academic success
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| Jerk off to your name on the Dean’s List
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| Slowly marching forth with the herd
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| The umbilical cord of the world
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| Choking off the breath of your mind
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| Hollowed out and starving for life
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| Recycle the elite pinned to your chest
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| Leaning to the right while stroking the left
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| Slowly marching forth with the herd
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| The umbilical cord of the world
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| Embryonic brains without spines
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| A flock of talking heads in disguise
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| Disappear in a sea of cloned thought patterns
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| Slowly marching forth with the herd
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| The umbilical cord of the world
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| Self-aborted right in your prime
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| Speak up your idea will inspire and shine
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| Alas it’s been thought a thousand times
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| Castrate yourself with the fear of being less than wealthy
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| Rapid-fire attempts at quick inspiration leave you broke
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| And numb
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| The paralyzing pain of their expectation causes you
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| To run
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| Drop out |