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I want to do me, no longer a slave for this five to three

Let me off this leash

Social acceptance, but we preach to be free

The conscious diagnosis called anxiety

“Doctor give me some relief!”

In this pill we believe instead of humanity

Damn if that isn’t insanity

Where the hell is the clarity?

The American Dream poison to the America we believe

Virtual to reality we see

Numb to the state we be

This we call free

This we call the American Dream

Walking zombies, we believe

All to achieve that social expectance we have been preached

Cold body without a heartbeat

The closet sensation of being free

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