In the tapestry of our existence, woven by the world rule
We find ourselves entangled in the threads of conformity But beneath the surface, rebellion breeds (spoken)
In shadows cast by collective hands
We dance as marionettes in a playground
Bound by the strings of cultural design
Our identities forged, a facade so divine
Echoes of conformity, a symphony of control
Within the mold, we lose what makes us whole
A patchwork of doctrines, a tapestry of lies (spoken)
Amidst the chaos, can we find salvation?
We are the amalgamation, the aberration of design
A rebellion in the darkness, a chapter undefined
We are the amalgamation, the aberration of design
A rebellion in the darkness, a chapter undefined
For within the fragments, we find self-reliance!
For within the fragments, we find self-reliance!