We'll kill for it
We'll die for it
We'll make sure we cry for it
We'll work for it
We'll lie for it
We'll f*cking starve ourselves for it
You do everything you can to receive
These little pieces of paper
They validate you
They make you happy
They make you suffer
They make you wish you weren't under
It tells you who you are
Where you are
And what you can be
In the end it's just a symbol
But for some reason it always seems that everyone forgets
And symbolism becomes everything...