Do you know?

Do you know? Do you know it is fine to get out of line?

It’s fine to be out of composition, to be out of disposition
Dare to go out of proportions, dare to taint your image with that one vivid distortion
To lead your own legion of opposition
To bring mutilation to a system that feeds on humiliation

It is fine to dare and follow a sign that is regarded as an undermine,
to outline what is shadowed by the name,
To disregard everything that doesn’t follow the same lane
It’s fine to set a curse over this rusty rein
That never ceases to drain, every drop of blood in our holy vein
To be held accountable over what is called vacant legacy,
A dead monarchy, a hollowed embassy
To be the docile embodiment of the hostile hierarchy

It’s fine to cast away what is called their typical sane
To cast a veil over their so-called healthy spine
It’s fine to set up out in the rain and never be afraid of their blame
To catch a cold, to be bold, to be a hold against their sick customized define

It’s divine, they may claim
Pawn by pawn they’ve raised their system to hail
As a gain they’ve shackled the minds by a molested chain
Their system of follow and align
Their system of hold on and assign
So dare to oppose, dare to suppose; become a stain to their unworthy claim

It’s ok if you blink, and take a step back to think
to be at ease and not be pressed by their hellish strain
Yes you can let go, yes you can let it go in vain
Maybe it’s late, maybe it’s not, honestly, it matters not
After all, every knot is but a plot by the very you
It’s fine, it really is, not to be just another old dispensable screw

So please I beg to use your so special over-mine
The entity that is often referred to as a brain.