We're all on a grey scale in one open zone

Still you have to be a gender

Not to be alone

It's automatic the things

That are expected of you

Little sister can't be a brute

I wanna shut my ears

When you're talking to me 'cause I

Can't act in opposition

While I'm down on my knees all these

Already brainwashed

Before their brain-cells set sail

You better read your John Gray

In this Kentucky fried sty

You better stand up while you pee

And you better know why

It's automatic about

Which subject you're expected to speak

Little brother can't be weak

The little boys already know the football rules and when

They hear I don't they think I'm a fool

The little girls are full-grown princesses

And those who aren't are spaced-out oddities

Think about it does it really upset you so

Did you think about those things

When you where younger

It doesn't matter

Cause those things are always round to be found

It's all so easy in your academic little crowd

But when you

Get out in the real world

You're not so proud

Of you're opinions

There's no reason to get into debate

Mr Revelation came too late

It's getting hard to know what's black or white

It's getting hard to tell my left foot from my right

It's getting hard to say

What I'm talking about

But as this angry persona

I have no doubt