It gets to the point,
Where there's not much to say,
Because for every word,
There's a price you will pay,
They say you have freedoms,
Yet they take them away,
It's much faster and easier,
To watch your soul decay;
They don't exactly control you,
Or put words in your head,
But you can't say a word,
They hold against you,
what you've said,
All your allowed,
Is to sit in your bed,
Do what your told,
And wait till you're dead
