Your mind is restricted
From years of obedience
Thoughts are never your own
Yourmind is a trap loaded with
Crap
Ch.
Who decided your life? Not you
Never had it in you to look inside
And be you
Living life in a safety belt
Nothing inside anymore
Never crossed the line
Just content to whine
Always pay the fine
Mind by their design
It`s time to purge your brain
No question at all
They`ve constructed the wall
But you had the bricks
(Ever increasing pressure fix)
(Pain of mind, sickness of heart)
Pain of mind, sickness of heart.