Why don’t you show yourself for once;
Freakish shadows hide behind your fronts
Why don’t you show yourself for what you’ve become;
Manufacturers of soul
Learn
Fear
Obey
Observed
And now I’m what they wanted
Docile and self-governed
Holding my own whip
They sow seeds of thought
And reap the fruit of control
These veins, not of me
My soul is a prison now