We live within a grid Its boundaries well-defined And woe to anyone Who steps outside the lines
A fragile order kept That struggles to contain Any independent thought That threatens their domain
A cage we built with our own hands We were just following commands A tragic tale that’s often told A narrative tightly-controlled
The grid decides your path The options you’re allowed A distant hand deciding Which rights you’re endowed
An eye to keep you safe But if you carry on A vengeful fist to keep you Down where you belong
A cage we built with our own hands We were just following commands A tragic tale that’s often told A narrative tightly-controlled
The lines can be redrawn A Sword of Damocles Hangs above the grid To bring it to its knees
And when the blade comes down And all the ruins burn We’ll build the grid again Because we never learn
A cage we built with our own hands We were just following commands A tragic tale that’s often told A narrative tightly-controlledTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
