Facade Education
(Intro – spoken)
Yes…
Not everything they teach you is knowledge, partner.
Beware of the mold, beware of the book,
Because the system writes the script of your life.
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Version 1 (16 lines)
Everything starts at the base, but the base is flawed,
Family outsources and the school gets in the way.
Repeat the lesson, copy the primer,
They kill the imagination of every child under surveillance.
Oppressed creativity, marginalized dreams,
Those who question are crazy, those who remain silent are rewarded.
Law that educates, mind that manipulates,
They want to train soldiers in uniform without questions.
Free thought becomes a crime on the agenda,
And a rigid mind is the exact goal.
The diploma weighs more than conscience,
And true knowledge resides in resistance.
Robotized, alienated, without a plan,
It's the cycle of school creating deception.
But I think aloud, and if the world is a trap,
Education has become a disguised prison.
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Chorus (4 lines)
Those who cheat drop out of school, those who innovate go viral,
But the price of truth is the pain that eternalizes.
Robotized, rigid, manipulated without a voice,
A social laboratory, and we are the rats.
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Version 2 (16 lines)
In the school of life, the teacher is cruel,
Molding you in the press like a sheet of paper.
They want you to copy, they don't want you to think,
And what goes out of line, the system dismisses.
You're compacted, you don't even know why,
You follow the script, you breathe captive.
What does the world need? A machine or a soul?
An awakened mind or false calm?
An anarchist is one who questions, who doesn't bow down,
Who understands the game and breaks the mold.
Education turned into a showcase product,
But real knowledge doesn't fit within the system.
You talk about the future, but you kill the present,
The nail that sticks out is the one the school crushes outside.
They want the robot, but the poet resists,
Because those who think freely are the ones who persist the most.
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Chorus (4 lines)
Those who cheat drop out of school, those who innovate go viral,
But the price of truth is the pain that eternalizes.
Robotized, rigid, manipulated without a voice,
A social laboratory, and we are the rats.
