Songs of the Wicked

Who made it this way

Everyone sitting in the same old class,
Dumb questions, dumb answers, do you have to ask?
A hall full of shadows in an empty flask,
Minds running round in circles on a never ending,
Never ending...

Writing out essays, do I need this now?
My brain is going crazy and I don't know how to...
Just teach me the things that I'll need in life,
Stop telling me these things! I don't need these things!

WHO WAS IT THAT SAID ALL STUDENTS SHOULD STAY,
IN SCHOOL UNTIL THEY LEARN MATH ANYWAY?
AT LEAST THEY SHOWED ME TO READ AND TO WRITE,
WHO MADE IT THIS WAY?
WHO MADE IT THIS WAY?

WHY IS IT THAT CLASSROOMS LINGER IN THE DARK?
IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO THINK WHEN YOU'RE YELLING AT ME!
I DON'T NEED TO KNOW HOW TO FIND THE MEAN.
WHO WAS THIS ALL FOR?
I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!

I listen to words like a hollow wall,
Nothing they say is sinking in at all.
Why won't they just shut up already,
It's not like I care,
Why should I care.

Teach me how to drive or at least to vote,
Wearing their pride like an armoured coat.
At least tell me something I can use,
Now I refuse,
I won't go through this...

SOMEONE TELL ME WHY I'VE BEEN LEFT IN THE DARK!
IT'S NOT LIKE THE OTHERS WILL CARE ABOUT ME!
TEACHING ME THINGS THAT I'LL NEVER USE.
WHO MADE IT THAT WAY?
WHO MADE IT THAT WAY?

"GROW UP YOU LITTLE BRAT!"
I HEAR THEM CALLING ME.
"WHY IS IT DARK, MUM? WHY CAN'T I SEE?"
IT WOULD BETTER FOR ME TO JUST CURL UP AND DIE.
WHO WAS THIS ALL FOR?
DON'T CARE ANYMORE!