Confinement
by Remains of the Day· from Hanging on Rebellion
Like rats in a cage we are force-fed the broken glass of misery
Disdained ideals, spell of the ease
Taught only spewed shit, misinterpret everything
Convenient outlets for sanity forced to witness genocide
Tied to a chair, eyes glued open
Exaggerated history was pushed to compromise
You push to the end,
I compromise.