Don't Give In


Give in to the nrom,

What's the harm in that?

A good little robot

Trained to think like them.

Not for me.

I'm breaking out, a runaway,

Trying to be who I really am.

The road will be harsh,

The tempest is raging,

But I'll do anything to be me.

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