Freedom is illusion,
We have become dissolution-ed to that notion.
The definition of freedom, you may think me a madman,
Let me alleviate bordem, With this wisdom.

A sip of water, before we begin.

"The power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants"
Is this really the case?
Can we use words as we please? Has it been structured to be used only as they feel?
There is being  insensitive, then there is being just mean.
What if we rough around the edges? don't say what I mean?
We guided by signals, life is controlled by media, worlds thoughts through a little big screen.
Their twisted agendas silently pushed through, a constant reel.
By showing lying images that makes your heart feel.
Bombarded constantly with same concept
Until your thoughts are numb, and it can no longer heal.

You cant  think anymore, truths getting blurred.
The facts was airtight.
You thought you 100 percent sure
As they whisper all around you
That lines starts slowly to blur
Your resolve has dissolved
With the truth getting blurred.

Your stance on this subject has been slowly reversed, without leaving your home, your soul have been cursed.
Now we in confinement
There's nowhere to escape
So it's going to get worse.

Am I just clutching at straws?

Have we built up a tolerance
Have we become uncursed
They have been telling so many lies, what they now say, do we switfly disperse
Don't pretend you do not know where I'm coming from
This must hit a nerve, it's the truth within a plea
This message diverse.