I walk down the cold hallways

Closed doors with small dark windows line the walls

Everything is black and white

There's no color here, no gray areas either

Just straight lines and square boxes

They have unquestionable rules and unbreakable laws

Everything makes sense, all can be explained with logic

They make sure of that

It helps them feel secure

Everything fits in straight lines and square boxes

I sit in hard chairs and they lecture me on how I must think

There's no such thing as fairy tales or make-believe

Only formulas, theorems, and hypotheses

My mind turns to mush and I become like them

Believing only in straight lines and square boxes