Choice

There’s something in this silence

It creeps it cripes it croaks

It’s coming round the corner

And reaching for your throat

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When you embrace its madness

Then you discover truth

The faulty world around you

Has deemed you ugly and uncouth

…

You will wish to speak out

Your vocal cords will strain

But when you open up your mouth

You can only cry in vain

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The only way to stop it

To break its death grip hold

Be a conformer, do as they say

Don’t fight, just do as you’re told

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Make your choice and beware

This choice only you can make

Conform and you’ll be accepted

Grab freedom and you’ll brake

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That something in the silence

It only offers choice

Yes or no, decide soon

Maybe then you’ll find your voice

The purple/blue button loves you, return the favor!