Ocean of Thoughts

Be pretty
Be still
That’s how they like it

Be pretty
Be still
That’s how they see you

Let them be superficial
Let them be arrogant
They call themselves alpha
Without laws, they’re lawless
Without the wise people of old
They’d be relentless

But the battle’s not over
You are not defeated
But let them think it so
Let them stoop that low

Be pretty
Be still
Be traditional
That’s how they like it

Until right time comes
You’re the one they’ll fear the most