The Noncomformists Are Comforming

The Noncomformists Are Comforming

The Nonconformists are Conforming
10-2-07

You don't know
How cold is my snow?
You just don't understand me
You love to command me

So I cut my hair
Since no one cares
And wear tight ass jeans
Like Michael Jackson scenes
Wearing red converses
While looking for purses

Smack the ankles; stand up straight
Salute to fellow the candidates
Turn and march for conformity
Obey in uniformity

My parents don't hit
They're really quite rich
Say they love me sincerely
But I hate them so dearly

Take a picture of me
And multiply by three
That's all of my friends
We pretend we play in bands
And we look like girls
In our metro-sexual worlds

Smack the ankles; stand up straight
Salute to fellow the candidates
Turn and march for conformity
Obey in uniformity

Get upset and cry
Because I wanna die
My life is unbearable
Everyday so terrible

Oh no, spilled some milk
Cry in tears made of silk
In my horrible poetry lines
Of ridiculous suicide
I don't make fists
Because I slit writs

Smack the ankles; stand up straight
Salute to fellow the candidates
Turn and march for conformity
Obey in uniformity

Now slice the writs
Left, right, left, right
One, two, three, four
Spill some blood and
Let's cry some more

The nonconformists are conforming
And their pathetic army's swarming
The nonconformists are conforming
And their pathetic army's swarming
The nonconformists are conforming
And their pathetic army's swarming