Are we really masters of our actions? Do we really have much choice in what we do? More and more I get the feeling that we don't have any say in what we do or even think. Ever since we were young, we were taught to act in certain ways, think in certain ways, and anything that strays away from that is abnormal, is wrong. What makes us think that we are any different now that we're all grown up? And what happens when we start to question these norms, these beliefs? Will the pressure to conform be too much for us that we chose to turn a blind eye and just follow the herd? What if I don't want to be a part of the herd any longer? Can I handle it? Can I really just swim against the current and make my own way? Or will the pressure kill me so that I'm nothing more than just a vegetable?
New blood joins this earth
And quickly he's subdued
Through constant pained disgrace
The young boy learns their rules
With time the child draws in
This whipping boy done wrong
Deprived of all his thoughts
The young man struggles on and on he's known
A vow unto his own
That never from this day
His will they'll take away-eay
Chorus:
What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never be
Never see
Won't see what might have been
What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub thee UNFORGIVEN
They dedicate their lives
To RUNNING all of his
He tries to please THEM all
This bitter man he is
Throughout his life the same
He's battled constantly
This fight he cannot win
A tired man they see no longer cares
The old man then prepares
To die regretfully
That old man here is me
What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never be
Never see
Won't see what might have been
What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub thee UNFORGIVEN
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