Your ideologies will be the certain death of me
You'll get the government you deserve
Slavery will hold your feet in place
Screaming at walls and no freedom to pace
The comma patients can think more than us
Their bodies are dead but they're brains are free
The lucky ones are the guiltiest of all
Treason is heroism in disguise
Your mouth tells the lies that you can't even comprehend
Its not same its only main ideas and symmetry
Free thinking and without your hands on my throat
I can breathe on my own I'm not one of your drones
Kindly let the pressure off my airways before I choke
I just want to be free to think and create I see fit
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