The crowded halls of your mind,
Shrouded in darkness,
Grow stronger over time.
Strangers become friends,
Friends become stranger.
What you thought was right,
Was really always wrong.
Multiplication becomes music,
And songs are not just full of words.
Learn now and forever hold your tongue,
Because you'll always be right,
But assume you are wrong.
Bend and break,
It will take awhile,
For your soul to heal,
After being dragged for miles.
Soon paper will tell you
What you can and can't do,
What you have mastered with the body not mind,
What everybody thinks you know,
Where you can and can't go,
Who you can be and can't be.
Why do we let what isn't true govern our lives forever?
Why do we let what others think is right mold us?
Why do we stop following our dreams because we've been told they're too silly?
When did we stop believing?
When did the magic end?
The crowded halls are real, you see.
We travel through them everyday.
The dark they are shrouded in,
Grows stronger with every passing day.
Our dreams fade as shadows grow,
And we lose who we know we were supposed to be.
Like a matrix world,
We do what we are told.
But the people who shine and break all the set standards,
Are the ones who keep the darkness under control.
