Ada

You�re erased and shaped to fit
In this world of lies
A tool that is used in their machinery
Unable to speak or think
Your world is dead
Synchronized movements
Controlled by on self-proclaimed leader
Gradually you became
A human breathing machine

They�re trying to change
Your physical appearance
Erasing your personal tracks
And your way of moving
Change your personality
To control your way
Of responding to situations

You�re a slave under their routines
You�re assamblished by them
Carved out and cleansed of
Human mind and soul

I won�t fit in this world
A world of suppressed feelings
I will strike back
Not controlled by one
I am not the unborn baby
Crying in my mothers womb
Free to fit in any system
My sense of feelings until I die

I�m not forced
To live in the pale
The fucking grey vastness

They�re trying to change
Your physical appearance
Erasing your personal tracks
And your way of moving
Change your personality
To control your way
Of responding to situations

You�re a slave under their routines
You�re assamblished by them
Carved out and cleansed of
Human mind and soul

I�m not forced
To live in the pale grey vastness

They�re trying to change
Your physical appearance
Erasing your personal tracks
And your way of moving
Change your personality
To control your way
Of responding to situations