I'm not a criminal.
I won't harm or steal
But I'm an outlaw
Not the kind on a motorcycle
I do not obey these laws
This etiquette these norms
I have my own destiny
My own will and form
I must wander freely
I must rejoice in the wind
From any direction
The storm must speak to me
I am not lier nor a thief
Yet I will never follow your beliefs
Your compulsorys, your conformitys
So point and judge
Miss the mystery
Life has been distilled
Inspected and quantified
The result is only disputed
Make sure it fits your idealogical narrative
That it sells votes or sugary beverages
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