Secret Slave

We are the socially inept 

Too young to care 

Too angry in debt 

To a world that doesn't need us 


A world that refuses to feed us 

Instead they waste their days 

Watching what I have to say 


We beat out the sound 

Of the bullets and boots that pound 

We are on the run 

While they are just loading the gun 


Can't watch all the nonsense

They aren't satisfied with anything but violence 

Sounds and sights and stories to distract 

The real enemy from the way they act


It's you they fear

Informed and solid in your thoughts 

It's you they want 

To brainwash 

To seduce 


Home of the brave 

Land of the secret slave 




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