No longer you, just empty and hollow.
A sense of self breaks and you’re bounded by sorrow.
Cliques and clichés, and guidelines to follow.
We’ll be leaders today but followers tomorrow.

A sense of self breaks and you’re bounded by sorrow.
Every action monitored, with concealed strings attached
We’ll be leaders today but followers tomorrow.
As the old you left and the new you hatched.

Every action monitored, with concealed strings attached,
Defined by your style, overwhelmed by your mask.
As the old you left and the new you hatched.
You’re apart of the “in crowd “now, is this really what you want?
You ask.

No longer you, just empty and hollow.
Defined by your style, overwhelmed by your mask.
You’re apart of the “in crowd” now, is this really what you want?
You ask.
Cliques and clichés, and guidelines to follow.