If knowledge is power
Up here on our highest tower
The closer their glower
The lower we cower
A mob is the highest power
Us funny things trampled flowers
Skin crawling their fists shower
Into dirt our heads are still louder
I beg for your praise your wisdom
O Grace
Your hands raise just to shove my face in the grave
I fight for my pride to never cave
The things you claim to know
O so well
Are only the blame you’ve been told
O so much
Real is in my head as well as yours
Steal it all, I dare you for control
Grasp at straws painted all black
Your conscience will never go back
History is there to plagiarize
Continue to have the same fights
Scream your heads off for life
Make a difference to no one
Take your last breath so contrite
In this life that cannot be won
I resolve to laugh for the fun
An endless stalemate for someone
All and all the end will still come
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