These Chains Cant See

Dissatisfactory the the lines which creep from behind keep chasing that time the bars which confine to live this life right you must travel through time reprogram your mind and stop committing those crimes This misery a choice doubt you must excommunicate the voice offense must avoid or become the governments toy they will strip you your rights shackle you tight yet they profit both sides open your eyes before you fall on your face obsessions the taste that lays these live to waste so you must overcome not until you give up or your dead are you done ignorance the bliss more like enslavements kiss which way will they get you to slit your own wrists heroin and its cysts or one anothers fists By division they rule its your choice whether or not you remain the fool