Cornered





Sometimes I feel it's a waste of time

To listen to your shouting a wordless phantomime

Can't you see it falls on deaf ears

Filling me up with your point of view

Your opinions are your own, I got mine too

What I think don't mean nothing to you

When the shit hits the fan

And you're forced by the man

Who holds the key to our promised land

Don't misunderstand what's in the man's hand

'Cause it's all been leid out in the New World Plan

Makin' me feel like a laboratory rat

Without a mind of it's own- diseased and fat

I can't let my life go out like that

'Cause I'm extra skeptic a true eclectic

I find it hard to trust all the people we've elected

Take a look around do you feel protected

Loke garbage in a dump our lives heave been rejected

a blind man leading the not so blind

creating false truth to fil our minds

To listen to yourself would be a crime

It all comes back to you sometime

like it or not they got a number on me

I will not break for your demands

Rabid defensive in the corner I stand

Caught in a trap the bait was free

Like it or not they got a number on me

I cant trust anyone they're all out to get me

gonna run until i can't run from the laws that ruin mee

faster and harder so god help me flee

from the lies that we're free and the powers that be

that push the rich forward between you and me

but agree to agree with no garuantee

of something to live for I'll die if need be

I stand up for all as I fight to be free