THIS.

My current life, summed up in a single song:

What’s my name? ¬†What’s my station?

Oh just tell me what I should do

I don’t need to be kind to the armies of night

That would do such injustice to you

Or bow down and be grateful

And say “sure, take all that you see,”

To the men who move only in dimly lit halls

And determine my future for me.