Popularity is our aim.

Potential fame is our game.

Being the best, forgetting the rest.

Who needs the loyal friends. 

We flock like birds.

Orignality blown away in the wind.

Conforming to the masters.

Shedding wings for societys shackles.

Social acceptance outweighs human rights.

Popularity, the real personal crime.

Hurt, pain, depression, fear,

All being masked under a social status.

Change must arise 

The shackles undone

Fighting for individualism

Knocking the social "shun"