Censorship disallowing people to run
Keeping them grouped and all in a tether
Darkness will fall and silence to come
Not before A harmony to bring ill weather
As we hide and speak in low tone
Looking sad with our heads to a tilt
Almost to A stand-still dreadful drone
We can't compensate for what we have built
Birds, trees, planes all around
hoping to match picture to definition
Choked, Beat, Kicked to the ground
We must act with great volition
Censorship like chains to our mind
Our last refuge of Tranquility
You cant hold the world of mankind
It's an inevitability.