Devil's Advocate
The devil sits on your shoulder
So you’ve grown more bold
This joke is past its prime
Every time you open your mouth
Dust pours out
Your mind moldy
Manufactured to fit ideals of your ancestors
Lost in the pool
Just part of an institution
A herded sheep
Told when to wake
When to sleep
Told when to wake
When to sleep
Our not my master
You may think you have me beat
Still I breathe
Fighting for us
My horns will be felt
My roar will be heard
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