Who's job was it to teach us to be free,
to not be contained by bondage and strife?
Did they want us to be chained in the workings of time?
Our blood splattered history has set to rewind,
If we don't stop now, we'll never be fine,
trapped day by day in the jail cell of our mind,
I tell you all of this yet nothing will change,
You can't even see that your freedom is stained,
It seems you've made amends with that chain,
So stick a pen in your ear, and write slave on your brain.
