This is just Project Y.
So this is the deal.
We are born.
Two humans real.
We love.
They make us believe.
This
is right, that is wrong.
We are strong.
Strong enough to survive.
They pay for us.
Pay for us, educate and teach us.
We live.
We play.
We stay then we stray.
School is fun,
but is it divine?
We are influenced.
Educated.
We re-believe.
We mix.
This is just Project Y.
This is just Project Y.
We like.
We love.
We hate.
We smile.
We evaluate.
In style.
We talk to others.
They tell us
education is the key.
Maybe freedom is the sleep.
Maybe what we are taught isn't
right.
Maybe we should fight.
Fight.
Fight.
Fight.
Fight.
Hate isn't so bad when you are not the hated.
A victim created.
Create a plan.
Create a war.
For all.
Hate isn't so bad when you are not the hated.
A victim
created.
Create a plan.
Create a war.
For all.
The way of the human.
Or just the way
of the fool.
So that's the deal.
We are born.
The way of the human.
Or just the way of the
fool.
So that's the deal.
We are born.
We live.
We play.
We war.
We die.
This is just
Project Y.
This is just Project Y.
This is just Project Y.
Hate isn't so bad when you are not the hated.