(I can hear the sounds of chains in my head)
Freedom is what the talking heads on tv are saying
(I can hear the sounds of chains in my head)
Behind the scenes there aren't many options to be weighing
(I can hear the sounds of chains in my head)
How far have we strayed from the ideals of greater men
THEY build prisons without walls inside your mind
Live virtual maze in which they know where you will be lead
So, there are no secrets really that you will find
Only what they want you to know
Only what they want you to see
Only where they want you to go
Only what they want to be
No surprises,
Just their disguises
Hidden mysteries
Cloaking their daggers
Their darts are needles straight to your heart
Leaving you….
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