Don’t turn it on
Make something of your own
We sit near the screen
We are letting them win
They took our freedom
Took our choice
Our believes
& took our voice
For the power & control
Will we let them take our soul?

Blood is dripping,
Clenching fists,
Screams of agony,
Released!

One sheep is useless,
Among the horde
You must escape
Do not be bored
Don't dare to read
& don’t ask why
Step out of line
They'll make you cry

Another war, another game
This time it’s just you to blame
You let them take away
Without having a say
All what is left of me is ash
These words will be in the trash
But only you can make a change
Don’t be afraid to be called strange
Take back control!