Verse 1 Bell rings, books lined up in a row, Same page, same pace, same answers we know. Fill in the blanks, circle truth in red, Say what you’re told, not what’s in your head. Chasing the score, chasing the grade, Learning the moves of a game someone made. There’s a question burning you’re not meant to ask, Original thought doesn’t fit the task. Pre-Chorus They say “think free,” but whisper “stay in line,” Every clock on the wall says it’s not your time. Chorus Sit still, hands up, don’t make a sound, March in step when the whistle comes down. Gold stars for pleasing the voice in charge, Dreams get trimmed so they’re easy to manage. They don’t need rebels, they don’t need flame, They need quiet minds that all think the same. Verse 2 Desks like factories, bodies like parts, Twenty-five souls, one mold, no sparks. Praise and punishment shape the brain, Curiosity traded for fear of being strange. If you don’t fit clean in the narrow design, You’re labeled a problem, told you’re behind. Different wiring, different way to see, Gets lost in the grind of efficiency. Pre-Chorus Authority speaks, doubt learns to hide, Truth gets swallowed just to survive. Chorus Sit still, hands up, eyes front, behave, Toe the line if you wanna be saved. Grades over wonder, order over art, They train the role before the heart. They don’t need builders of something new, They need good workers who follow through. Bridge I saw the right answer die in a throat, Just to match what the loudest voices wrote. Day by day it wears you thin, When fitting in feels safer than being right. Anxiety hums, creativity fades, Surface smiles, shallow praise. Outro So we graduate fluent in yes and okay, Ready to work, but afraid to stray. They call it success, they call it school, But conformity was the sharpest rule.
