Youre erased and shaped to fit In this world of lies A tool that is used in their machinery Unable to speak or think Your world is dead Synchronized movements Controlled by on selfproclaimed leader Gradually you became A human breathing machine Theyre trying to change Your physical appearance Erasing your personal tracks And your way of moving Change your personality To control your way Of responding to situations Youre a slave under their routines Youre assamblished by them Carved out and cleansed of Human mind and soul I wont fit in this world A world of suppressed feelings I will strike back Not controlled by one I am not the unborn baby Crying in my mothers womb Free to fit in any system My sense of feelings until I die Im not forced To live in the pale The fucking grey vastness Theyre trying to change Your physical appearance Erasing your personal tracks And your way of moving Change your personality To control your way Of responding to situations Youre a slave under their routines Youre assamblished by them Carved out and cleansed of Human mind and soul Im not forced To live in the pale grey vastness Theyre trying to change Your physical appearance Erasing your personal tracks And your way of moving Change your personality To control your way Of responding to situations
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