Chosen Are Your Chains
Just like self appointed slavery
A bad actors attempt at bravery
Soon to be savoring the flavor of fear and fright
You claim you love the silence while I hear your screams and sighs
You claim you love the darkness but I only see you in the safety of the day
You claim that you're content but always looking for a change
I watch you rusting in the ruins
I watch you running in the rain
You don't even have a clue...chosen are your chains
You say your worth is in the billions still you're always broke and busted
You always point your faulty fingers
You talk about the ones you never trusted
You stay disgusted but self doubt is your disease
Another painted psychopath you try too hard to always please
With a smile down on your knees when you should stand for your beliefs
You pray for peace and joy and happiness while you grip a gun with ease
You beg for bread on city corners when you live in a bakery
Your rolls they never rise...too many holes inside your heart
Too many bullets in your brain
You don't even have a clue...chosen are your chains
One day you may be looking and see something lurking in the shadows
You might cut the cords that choke
You might see through smoke and static
You might have a habit and meet a monster in the mist
Kill that creep and take the keys and be a king in your own kingdom
You might hear Gods angels singing when the lightning strikes the lamp
Now a lion once a lamb...now your boots are in the blood
Mudmen now you mutilate
Lunacy is liberation...you cast away those chosen chains
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2015
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