Hello up there
It's me, crushed under your boot heel
I'm starting to get tired of your hierarchy
Could you please- get the fuck off me?
Hello up there
It's me, squashed under your thumb
I'm starting to get tired of your ideas of identity
Could you please- get the fuck off me?
Hello up there
It's me, caught in the net of your social scheme
Could you please, GET THE FUCK OFF ME?!
LET ME GO FREE
or I'll start to scream
tell the story of my injustice
tell of the destruction of my innocence
How your inventions of internet and TV's
brain washed me
into thinking I've gotta be
someone whose not me
someone who'd rather be
suffocated by your design of sexuality,
of humility,
their ideas on how the masses of humanity ought to be
that is not me- and never will be
I'm tired of your hands on my body
Your fingers trying to pick my brain
call me insane for sleeping in,
loosing the job for which I had been trained
I refused to remain part of your machine
I will release my brothers and sisters
Give them pitch forks and pens
and we will dismantle you with
your boot heels and thumbs
use your trash cans to make drums
howl at night to spread the word
the truth will be heard.
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