Now quietly our minds will dim,
cold corridors of conformity
are sucking you in.
Mentally defeated,
human dignity given away.
After years of submission,
got nothing more to say, except...

Rope trade doing well

How much emotions we must suffocate?
To be able to face this lie,
day after day.
Dirt under the carpet,
a timebomb ticking.
The pressure will discharge at the day of reckoning.

Rope trade doing well

Swaying, pulling, your strings for the first time yourself.