I find it hard to live with myself
Everything is staying static
In this democratic oppression
economic suppression
why am I here?
What's freedom without a voice
or a choice?
It get heavier and heavier
bringing me down
they're all just clowns
wrapped in uniforms and suits
robots on the march
content in their complacency
but I will not compute
I will shake them
I will shock them
just to reach them











