I'll let you hear my contempt
You've shown me where your faith is kept
You're identity spent on dead presidents...
Consistantly guaging acceptance
So easily pacified
Just standing in line
They'll never say all i see
Is what's placed in front of me
I know it's bad to generalize
But i could never be pacified
Standing in line
To accept what's supposedly mine
I'm ecstatic i wasn't invited