Losing options, never taking action, live in fear, wonder when the tyrant will get here, my hopes are dashed, the dream has passed, holding back, every moment restraint, until you turn your back, then out I lash, this depression, a permanent rash, no expression, chained in social conventions, soceity's unconscious oppression, rip myself away from the collective, try to find my soul in your reflection, this is my true defection.
