You got a box

You got a box...You stand and speak
You got a box...You yell and preach
You got a box...You're trapped within
You got a box... No room for sin
You got a box... But no one listens
You got a box... Bullets are in
You got a box... You're buried in
You got a box... This is the end!

Shouting out...to the void

All the news...is paranoid

Your will is gone, voice destroyed

All the spin...is paranoid

Making claims, throwing blames, fanning flames, wrapped in chains.
Putting anger in their brains, that's the way they earn their pay.

Why is it so hard to see
They divide, disrupt our harmony
The elite, the disruptors
The money, the corruptors.

See them hiding in their castle of elites !
With blood on their hands
With blisters on my feet!

See us marching out there in the street!
With blood on their hands
With blisters on my feet!!!!