This doesnt make sense
Wheres the freedom they proclaim?
They tell me I have rights
Yet I am numbered not named
My actions are controlled
Im a puppet they hold the strings
They have my every movement planned
I have no say on anything
Worse yet theres nowhere to run
Theres no place to hide
I try to escape
But theyre on the inside
Deep in caverns
They reside in my head
Screaming at me
That I better do what they said
So tell me where this freedom is
Wheres what Ive been told?
This bullshit that you handed out
Or has is all been sold?
To magazine covers
To the cliches that they recite
Lets tell the world
But they dont care if its right
They have their reality
They love all of their TV
They could care less
If what theyre selling us is free
They just need the drama
Theyre addicts to the slaves
Dancing around telling us
We're what'll save today
Too late already
Theres nothing here now
The destruction is real
But they deny it somehow
This decay in front of them
Its so hard to miss
Yet they go on pretending
That this is perfect bliss
And the few that speak up
There voice is shot down
Taken out back
Killed without a sound
So wheres this freedom?
Wheres what Ive been taught?
Or is this all there is?
Has everything but hypocrisy been forgot?
*Not sure if this is the right place for this so if anyone knows a better place please tell me. I must admit I like this, maybe because I know what it means in my head, but maybe it'll mean somthing to someone else too. If not that's okay. Always-
Shattered and Broken*
