Ghost In The Machine
What is this society we live in?
We are all gears given similar purposes.
Live freely. Confined in the school system ever since I was six.
And I'll keep doing so until I find another purpose.
And we'll keep turning to function this society,
Until eventually these gears get rusty and are replaced.
From the start we were broken.
I'm just another ghost in the machine.
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