Everybody is saying the same things
They're only using different words
Everyone don't it seem wants the same shit
We only shovel different dirt
Can't keep anchored
With false wings I'm trying
Dying to fly
Even the raven flies
Born under a black sign
Branded, herded, numbered
Everybody believes they've got the answer
No we're only all conditioned from birth
Straight from the nest
Into cages of gold
Stripped of your wings and forced to sign
Between the bars they'll point out to you...
The sky
But they'll never let you try
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