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Doing it! 
What a thought! 
Actually stepping out 
and declaring your 
emancipation. 

Being your own 
piece of paper 
to prove, 

YOU ARE FREE! 

What do you do? 
What do you do? 
which translates to; 
How do you make your money? 
Money is a drug. 
We are a drug culture. 
Why do you? 
which suggests that you 
are acting incorrectly 
if you act to be free. 
We are conditioned for 
self-denial. 
No matter what you do. 
No matter what you think. 
Mindless bands of steel 
will circle your mentality. 
The only way to act 
is to learn not to react. 
We are surrounded by 
plastic scenes that are 
as relevant as death. 
Blamed if we do not 
blindly love the machine 
like drone of our lives. 
We have lost the right 
to determine our own 
methods of existing. 
What do you do? 
which hints at the 
premise that your 
occupation defines 
all the goodness 
that is inside of you. 
We've slipped back into 
the stone age. 
Mindlessly hunting wild 
animals in a pursuit of 
something we can never 
define. 
Reversing the process of 
independence; replacing 
freedom of expression with 
conformity and status quo. 

I see a box. 
This box is for I.D. 
Place my pieces of paper 
inside of it. 
In doing so, I have 
declared my 
non-existence.