A Victim(Song) Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

She grabs my legs
With an outstretched arm
When I awake
She holds me down
with her mammoth grip
To keep me trapped
I try to pivot my body around
To make my escape
But her grip is so strong
I'm left here defenseless

I'm a victim in your world
Plastic cards and technology
These are the things that plague me
In my infinite

Gaia is cruel to me
She has it out for me
She keeps me locked
In her round prison
A begger dressed in rags
I cant ever get ahead
I'm haunted by my past
An alien in civilian clothing
I don't want to understand
Why we are all bound to the man

I'm a victim in your world
Plastic cards and technology
These are the things that plague me
In my infinite