Stealing from more than what is sold
Breaking their law, breaking the mold
Molding a law to repair what I tore
I know you’d love to rape me some more

Suddenly stabbed, restrained, and I yield
Lies are more than propaganda reeled
Forcefully showing to corrupt my mind
Hoping to silence my mind this time

Eagerly waiting to punish my name
They sat me down, bound me in chains
Asked me impatiently to confess my crime
Of a law they created to kill this idea of mine

My idea to think, independently, on my own
Inside a world with freedom unknown
To escape this puppet and escape this slave
Is what brought me to the bottom of my grave

 
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