Do you dare colour outside the lines?
Would you, if you could?
A sense of right has us roped in tight
Should we muster up the strength to break through?
What would they say, if they knew?
Well, do you really care about the opinion of the virtuous?
It’s theirs to hold; must we lend a hand if we don’t even believe?
The fundamentals of their faith
Is based on conventional norms
But who’s to say convention is right?
I say there are no lines
As long as you don’t invade anyone else’s canvas
Colour where you damn well please
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