It's a Fine Line between Freedom and Slavery

Look up at all around us.

What is it that you see?
You look to them to find the reason
To keep on fighting for what we don’t even need

Pain and torment come crashing

Never got up, always down

Our knees are bruised

Our hearts are crushed

Bitter pills have been enough

Never going to admit it

That everything we did was wrong

Too much pride for the mistakes

That has become a repeating song
What have we done?

What will we do?

Is that all this means to you?

I wondered all those times

What will we do when we die?

What can we do when we don't

Have anyone to be around, that we can use,

To torture, even drive to scream and kill?

Every time I watch the clock

Nightmares dance about how many are dead

How many are sick and that are crying

America has asked for freedom

Now we live off of each other

So what happens now?

What happened then

We’ll die against one another

Brothers and sisters slaughter each other

How did we become like this?
Like animals fighting for a way out
Chewing off their paws to get free of a trap

God is never listening

He’s given up on this questioning

We’re all alone, we’re all afraid

All together, we are slaves

I wish I never had to see

The people turn on themselves

Murdering our nations core

Letting the blood delve deep

Cracks in our country spreading wider
I can’t stand this anymore

Get up, get out the fucking door

It has to stop

Like it’s never had before

Why live like this?

It's our choice

This destruction every day

Every person is a slave

~Lykaios