Ringing drone of a distant voice A sililoquy to empty eyes Listening blankly without a choice Absorbing all their foolish lies Over and over it takes it toll Weakening defenses every day Without conviction or thougth or soul Soon they have their happy slaves Happy to work, happy to die Happy life of misery To let yourself become the norm Is to settle for mediocracy But not me, I will not go Will not let myself be caught Put up my facade and play my role My freedom is silence and screaming thoughts