the slow repetition of every day holds us in place
inside the darkened room of our own minds
the remnants of free speech and independant thoughts are
forever scattered across the cold landscape
and yet our lives are restricted
we're forced us to bow to their unwritten laws
all incongruities are taken from us
so take my hand and run away
there's nothing left here for you and i
what remains is a desolate wasteland
where the remains of independence lay in burning peices
this is where we're force us to fill their mold
but its time to stand
its time to stop bowing to false idols
they think they can control us
forcing conformity upon the masses
blinding them
its time to break the shackles
break the cycle...
break free...
...from the cell they've locked us in

this is somewhat based on 1984