Your mind is restricted

From years of obedience

Thoughts are never your own

Yourmind is a trap loaded with

Crap



Ch.

Who decided your life? Not you

Never had it in you to look inside

And be you



Living life in a safety belt

Nothing inside anymore

Never crossed the line

Just content to whine

Always pay the fine

Mind by their design



It's time to purge your brain

No question at all

They've constructed the wall

But you had the bricks

(Ever increasing pressure fix)

(Pain of mind, sickness of heart)



Pain of mind, sickness of heart.