controlled
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From the time your in the womb, and hear the sounds around you; before you could walk, talk, or maybe even crawl,
you can guarantee the brainwash has started and will control you before long. Theres nothing you can do about
Frantically trying to swallow away the double knot you left in my vocal cords
This, my beautiful award, for craving the abuse you effortlessly enforced.
Mercilessly invading every independent thought
Staring at this screen,
Cracked. Broken. Barely working.
This is love.
This feeling of emptiness,
my finger, a heavy brick on one word: send,
this is love.
This vacant lot of self-respect,
The Head is a circle, it’s a box.
It’s a wagon wheel driven with endless talks.
Space, time, actions;
Thoughts, emotions, and reactions;
Cluster, fuse, collide and burn…
I'm in a cage with nowhere to go
I'm screamng for freedom
But people just stare
They look at me with hatred
Like I' lucky..
When THEY are the lucky ones!
To break free
It doesn't matter what you say,
It doesn't matter what you call me,
I will continue on.
You can't control me,
and I don't need you,
I will continue on.
You're through with me?
