tied
There has got to be someone in charge of you
nomatter who you are, or what you do
Whether it be, the beast or god
someone in your community, pc plod.
To control you and to sedate you
every hour of your day
you have many you can relate to
that can understand what you say.
Grinded down your will is not your own
it's a curse now, that you depend on
freedom i have never had
it was a lie if i ever said.
Say what you are told to say
never what you really mean
stay quiet and hide the truth
looking like your still keen.
No one will notice you
you won't stick out like a sore thumb
that way you won't rock the boat
in which we all sail on.
In this world it is full of traps
there is no freedom, there are not any gaps
You can pretend, though lying to yourself
desperate to find, searching in depth.
Pulled to the left and then to the right
allowing yourself to be pulled without a fight
One day you may take a grip
but i am afraid you have let it slip
to late for a reprieve, your time is up
it's now time to leave.
Wake up one morning
your life is not your own
are you still lying
your future is unknown.
Dreaming that one day you will rule
it will not happen, life is cruel
End your misery with a bullet in your head
stop sleeping with that stranger in your bed.
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