When you were dumped onto this sphere.
When they looked at you.
Could they tell what you would be or what you would do?
A lazy genius or a working fool.
Is this really the best I can do?
There is no hope, you see.
The future is looking grim.
The future was here before you were born.
Too straight for freaks.
Too weird for the squares.
Keep working hard because everyone cares.
Can you learn the secret rules or will your mind scream, "Cancel me!"?