Traditions

Are these traditions all that we'll ever need?
We spend and consume, We slave and repeat
I'm feeling separated. Are you separated?
We all have our own axe to grind
When it's worn down, Don't fall in line
We all have our own trials to bind
When you're worn out, Don't close your mind
We write to inform, Not to validate how we feel
Because they expect us to conform
To their selfish ideals
Everyone has been docked out into the streets
Gasping for air, We can't afford to breathe
Heavy lies the head that wears the crown
United, we'll swindle it back and bring hope with a new sound
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