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Teacher:

Listen kiddies

I’m here to teach the perverse

A stress society lesson

I’ll take it out on you



So take out your pens

And write your deformed thoughts

Become a part of me and of us

I’ll show you how to conform



Pupil:

Wow sir that’s so good

Let me clean my rose tinted brain

And see you with my clouded eyes

I want to be as big as you



I’ll put aside my dirty freedom

And come join your cleaned jail

I will be as trapped as you

Why the hell should I be free



Teacher:

So now I have you webbed

Time to teach you freakish things

Well that’s what you will think

Really its just distortia norma



You want to join our ranks

You want to sell our crack

Well it’s oh so easy see

Just come on and sell yourself



Pupa:

Well I’m not so sure

I want to do things my way

But what the hell I’ll join you anyway

It’s better than those other freaks



Freaks:

Stay away from me, I’ll be that slack

Aslong as I’ve burned my rose tinted glasses

Aslong as I know what is my rite

I’ll never be the same as you



Butterfly:

…somebody help me…