Eyecon

Blind me, confine me
Make me something more than human
Brand me constrict me
Suffer one, suffer all
Well hre's one for my reputation
I won't sell my soul for the chance to live and die as a fly
Crows line this bone road to white Americanized lives
Censor me please, cause I won't play this like a game of dice
Culture: demeaning
The signs: misleading
I am starving in this land of plenty
Dread men tread across the threshold
With their lonely hands so close to their dead hearts
And we all know there's much to say
And more to blame
Call me cynical
Call me insane
We know there's more than chance
That we all feel the same
Cause freedom has a very dull stench about it
Black my eyes
Take the prize
Thieves you all
Get ready for the fall
Wither away
I won't pretend to know the works of the machine
But I won't pretend that our blood doesn't grease the gears
You an cut me down
You can swallow me whole
I would pay that price
At least my life was my own
Wash me down with silver and gold
A conscience like that makes your bones run cold
We know who you are
Status quo would show the greed that breeds
In those bones will burrow to your soul
Come one, come all
Bear witness to the beast who
Writes the checks while gripping at our necks.