The ill
by Intensity· from Ruttna Bort E.P.
adjust to society, what a fucking joke. once free souls now under control. "they're not like us, abolish their rights. a burden to the progress must be locked away." go ahead build more jails, don't ask where the system fails. go ahead lock them away, don't ask where the system fails. build more jails to cure the ill. injected by lies and false diagnoses they become what we want them to be. lunatics who strive for nothing. "as long as they're locked up we don't have to care anymore." go ahead, lock them away. don't ask where the system fails. build more jails to cure the ill.