In My Rosary
Uniforms
I can't retrace why you are wasting your mind On ancient uniforms and stupid rites You follow stars that hang dead in the sky And all your attitudes are worn out lies You suck up thoughts that tradition spits out You love to endure and you hate to doubt You trust the herd 'cause it makes you feel safe And your neat haircut makes your grandpa's days Why are you proud when you're marching in steps It makes me sick to see you drown in heads Get out and start to define your own rules Distrust the given and the stranger's truth.
From Letras Mania