Made to be a certain way Conditioned to believe that it can't change Sitting in a classroom waiting to leave Knowing it will be worse when I hit 18 Boss is on my back, can't get away Treating me like a god damn slave 9 to 5 job, a sick man's dream Is that all, that's just what it seems Break the cycle, break the mold Break the cycle, break the mold See my misery others have been through You don't even know what's in store for you You get by in your little world But our futures start to come You trade your freedom for a pay It ain't worth shit when our lives are at stake How much longer can we cut The branches of life that make us, us? Break the cycle, break the mold Break the cycle, break the mold