Your precious butterfly just died in a venus fly trap
Everyone wants to be a piece of the puzzle
Assumptions are valued over what is true
And now popularity searches for perfection
Everybody's gettin' wasted on less than they used to
They beg for a liberal education
Few have learned their lesson
Trust is pronounced, "trick"
The one standin' in the corner, holding a gun
So stoned and so afraid, has the solution
Patience and prejudices, peace and pride
Whom do you acclaim?
The ones who gave you your name?
Or the ones who promise you fame?
Who is to blame?
Don't be ashamed of your mistakes
Wear them with pride
Like battle scars or wounds from this war
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