The system is a phony
Ninety-Five plus, otherwise you're stupid.
What about other talent?
There's nothing called talent.
Mug the Newtonian Mechanics
Vomit the Organic Chemistry
How about some room for genius?
No, it's either do or die.
He wanted to paint the world
Exuberant and colorful
They handed him
A pile of books instead
Encumbered by the uncanny concepts
He gave up and did what they said
Head bent in shame
When the result was all in red
He was the new idiot
An object of mockery
The purple face turned towards the rope
And walked a staircase to heaven
His sacrifice went all in vain
The ruthless people did not change
A lot of geniuses out there
Often mistaken to be good-for-nothing
Change in the mindset is what required
An epoch thus shall be
Let the buds grow
A new world you shall then see
Ninety-Five plus, otherwise you're stupid.
What about other talent?
There's nothing called talent.
Mug the Newtonian Mechanics
Vomit the Organic Chemistry
How about some room for genius?
No, it's either do or die.
He wanted to paint the world
Exuberant and colorful
They handed him
A pile of books instead
Encumbered by the uncanny concepts
He gave up and did what they said
Head bent in shame
When the result was all in red
He was the new idiot
An object of mockery
The purple face turned towards the rope
And walked a staircase to heaven
His sacrifice went all in vain
The ruthless people did not change
A lot of geniuses out there
Often mistaken to be good-for-nothing
Change in the mindset is what required
An epoch thus shall be
Let the buds grow
A new world you shall then see
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