slaves of the laws
Another face in the crowd, is all I can be
Slaves of the laws we make
Society make us their tools
Freedom, they tell us.
Grey is the only color I see
Like a machine with skin
Don't ask just be thin
Like a robot with a heart.
Just be pretty not smart
Hanging on a string, a living puppet
And when you go against the laws
An outcast you become amidst them
You become an enemy
Your worst nightmare will be 'we'
For peace to come, war erupts
It's oath they take by sword
Dreaming is too good for reality
Afraid of the dark
But no one turns on the light
They forgot the important virtues
Love, happiness, freedom
What defines humanity
Asking instead of judging
Contemplating and complementing
A few mistakes it's all it takes
From hero to zero
Just another broken soul
Just another burned coal.
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