Eating Bullets Of Acceptance

Our outlook is bleak but the moment is grand
 To be told we're independent is not enough.
 We should strive for autonomous thoughts
 And your pride in you conformity is sickening
 This useless praise
 But this desire for focus triggers abuse
 Of an endless sense of insecurity.
 We grasp at endless questions for a sense of hope
 It's not so simple to sit and wait
 We cannot embrace our roles blindly
 They're assigned
 They are assigned, based on the fact that we will accept
 Minds are in suspended animation
 Due to an attachment to this established lifestyle
 My existence will not be dictated like a reading from a book
 I will not be predetermined.
 Our outlook is bleak.
 When approval is all we crave and the moment is grand.
 Your pride is sickening.
 In your conformity.
 But this moment is grand.
 We should strive for autonomous thoughts.
 Approval is all we crave!