On Individuality - Jarle Bernhoft

You’re having a hard time trying to define yourself

Somebody’s constantly reminding you of your place

You try to move on, but you’re told to get back in line

You try to keep up, but you just end up behind

Someone wrote the book

but I don’t think they were sure

just who they were and who they are now

You’re hanging with the wrong crowd I guess, but who decides?

You’re settled right where you want to be, but are you right?

Well, someone wrote the book,

but judging by their looks

they’re not too happy about it now

Realize, you’re one in a million getting pigeonholed

This city’s just a village disguised as a metropole

Witches getting burnt

Villains getting hung

With money getting spent