Oh, it's not a prison
not in that sense of the word
It traps you just the same
but with a worse kind of hurt
Yes, the bars are there
harder and colder than any steel
They keep you closed in
robbing you of any appeal, hope or zeal
From earth to sky no light can come in
I told you a different kind of prison
The guards you ask?
Why of course they are on duty
Ensuring you stay strapped
watching like your some kind of *****
Always staring down
with their dark hollow faces
Make **** well and sure
you stay in their filthy places
I wonder on their masters
those curious heathenish *******
Swollen gluttonous wrong
they ensure the poison venomous and strong
Always sipping champagne
from the people's stolen glasses
It's every man for himself
for these soulless *****
They lock the doors and try to
seal out that blasted light!
Then feed you their poison
for their sick twisted delight
They almost won
but in a fool's haste
They forget the backdoor
The one leading to saving grace
** Hum, another one about the prsion of the mind and who loves to manipulate the weak ones the most.