Society's trying to mould me,

And it'd be easy to just submit...

To buckle under and follow the crowd,

but that just isn't it.

I won't be lost in a sea of faces,

and I don't care what people think...

I won't be shoved and pushed into places,

with people who don't know who to think.

I'm a Rebel to Society,

and of this I'll proudly admit.

I'll lash out maniaclly,

and refuse to tamely submit.

I'm fighting a battle, and refuse to give up,

It's a war against peers, cause I've had enough.

They try to tell me what I can and can't like,

but I say its time to put up a fight.

So what if I don't follow trends or new fashions?

Who's to stop me if that's not my passion?

I see what I like and say, "Hey that looks cool."

What do I care if people call me a fool?

I revolt at the thought of them being in control,

of me being shoved into their tight little mold...

being shaped and deformed into something I'm not,

being told what I can like, and what I cannot.

They're trying to get and hold my attention...

trying to force me into silent submission,

to pull me away from all of tradition,

but I won't give in...I'll make my acension.

Above them I'll rise,

No more will I hear.

Away from they're eyes,

No more of their jeers.

I'm living a life that's all of my own,

I like what I like, cause I know that it pwns!!

ROCK ON DUDES!