I feel like I’m being held hostage by the establishment
You should know I’m not trying to be contradictory
just for contradiction sake
I hate when they say that no one ever changes
Most days it feels like that’s all we ever do
When the only certainty is our uncertainty
While weapons of war are wielded so widely
With words and wages and corporate cages
When it’s nightmares or this waking life
I’m carving my name on this carbon knife
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