The cage is the television,

max security the Net.

The brain warden patrols without pauze,

They own you,

but you can’t see it yet.

Filling your head,

with tainted beliefs.

In the age of freedom,

you may spend blindly,

shooting up Cobain’ style.

Numbing the pain,

it’s no democracy,

all the same,

only the rich hope to gain.

Oppression is the name of the game.

Sense makes no sense,

what is the meaning of waking up early,

waking up at all.


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