You are free to do as we tell you

Control. We are all slaves. From the homeless to the White house. Who or what holds your chain? To truly be free, life would fall to anarchy. To truly know freedom, we would have to be alone.

Do you
Do you want
Do you want to feel
Like this
Like this will
Like this will never heal
Can you please explain
How the soul remains
Trapped in prison skin
Dying from within
Never gonna fall
Never let them see you betray
Never let them see a tear fall from your face
Or it's your demise
They want you to stay
You're no good to them dead when they play

The End

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