Rite of Passage

It's stubborn, blunt, old-fashioned
Some archaic rite of passage
You'll hear no language
Only common grunts and double standards
Forced to excuse all that came before and will come after
Or else abandon all I know

So I will scramble signals
Try to just subvert your thinking
And force these neurons shut
No sending, just receiving
I'll try in Morse code
No, I will invent a language
So you'll abandon all you know

It's working
It's not working
I know what came before