I just can't speak;
In a humble way I'm drawn inside a shell,
Even with this voice, I can't speak.
I'm bottled by choice inside hell,
One like a six by nine prison cell,
Everything I say would be held against me,
Somehow I hold the right not to tell.
Today I'm quiet...
I have nothing to say
I have sold my freedom to the mind of reason,
I mean I bought this freedom at the price of treason.
So! Here I sit quiet as if I committed a crime,
Today I'm quiet sitting in this world doing time.
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