You got people in China, working all day long/
They go home with a few bucks, exhausted, no more to long/
They never had our childhood dreams. All they know was slavery in the system/
While you were deliberately dropping out of school/
They were learning to sow, with western, modern tools/
Why is this world run by fools, who enforce countless, stupendous rules/
Would I have ever looked at this world with my hidden eye/
Contemplating suicide, or yelled to the car in front of me, "Die!"/
Maybe it is better to have few thoughts, rather mindless work/
Because in the garden of Eden, enemies lurk/
Knowledge is a deadly, mysterious, and enticing thing/
I have yet to find good alone. The cellar door's bell constantly rings/
I barred all my windows, and shut my doors with locks/
But the knowledge persistently knocks, then mocks/
I sign it's clause, asking my lawyer for loopholes/
But he's on knowledge's side. My foot get's caught in a pothole/
The genderless being frees me with a few facts/
Then imprisons me as I notice the cracks/
I have failed to relax
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