To call us slaves is an understatement
This is a cage and we were made for it
 
I tried so hard to shake off the sense that these aren’t my thoughts
That someone or something would use my teeth to bite my tongue
I paced the walls where I learned to walk and that I ran from
When I tore them down I saw through the bars of the dreamcage
 
Through the bars at the view
See things from inside the dreamcage
Gaze not for long or else be lost
 
I am the chaff of a crop not fit for consumption
Bioengineered for use in raw power acquisition
What I want is not of concern but serves to turn me out
As I am lulled into forgetting that the view is of myself

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