Remote Control

The silence is deafening from society's beckoned call
Although enslaved put on a brave face
March in unbroken lines clawing tooth and nail
But these hands are tied, there is no escape
Nothing is personal, privacy invade
Living in chains, conform, connect
Be part of the plan, eyes front, do not stray
Follow and survive, that is just what it takes

Complete control, speak up do not speak out
Abrupt ending to self domain
What sick joke is this? Find it in distaste
Under scrutiny again and again
Belong to nothingness except the human race
Pointing fingers the original sin
Sin after sin after sin, concerned defiant pleas
Viewed to be outrage, stitched at the mouth
Then kicked in the teeth, keep correct conduct
Constant surveillance, failure to obey
Is counted for blatant mistrust, perpetual questioning
Prepare for much the same shell of former selves
No place just a face and a name, waging unseen war
To conquer dignity left with only choice
Be foe or be friend or be saved then be enslaved
Exhausting all morale, sweet smell of victory
Assassinated, embracing defeat, become a follower
And have just what it takes to be alive
Commit the ultimate sin, but has all sin been forgiven?
Repent and repent been beaten again and again
Gun levelled at head