Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Imprisoned by the Syndicate, artist - YTCracker. Album song Introducing Neals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Imprisoned by the Syndicate |
My eyes, slowly rise from a shut state |
Clearly an open and shut case |
Imprisoned, by the syndicate |
Microchips implanted in my wrist I get |
Branded mugshot scan it along with a handprint |
And the biometric tracking is mandatory where my story begins |
Just another prisoner who is making amends |
The cell doors open |
Everyone exits their cells in a uniform motion |
But none of us move until the guard has spoken |
Cause a broken jaw ain’t a pleasant notion |
And our cold titanium stalls become walls (door shutting) |
Gravity shackles engage |
Between my thin wrists and I shift my legs |
Shuffle past the med ward |
Where the med board is hard at work with their record |
Sedate the inmates and make peace |
So strayed seeds and crazies one day cease |
To miscalibrate the state’s needs |
By doing just whatever they pleased |
You gotta follow every law to the letter |
Or find yourself in prison sitting with men who refuse doing better |
«A new privacy application is making waves in the news again |
After another wave of arrests have brought down at least 35 |
People in six states related to online privacy and neutrality» |
I’m fresh to my con-clique — |
A conclave of convicts who wronged this |
System devoid of all conflict upon which |
Speaking out gets you jailed with a promptness |
Speech is a crime defined by the law now |
Incorrect speech incarcerate long now |
Used to be the way to the convey your freedom |
Now it’s just a way to display your demons |
Fuck police |
Beat fellow citizens up on the streets |
The ones they swore to protect from elites |
But now fight their battles with batons and beat |
Anyone who doesn’t conform to the «norm» |
Established by the branches of a government born |
From a document draft that ensured our survival |
But instead it destroyed all our rights to rival |
Because the corrupt found a way to stop it |
No one pure of soul finds their way into politics |
So all this voting is represented |
By representatives who were bad to begin with |
Then the promise of money became true |
Every vulture took a piece of the loot |
Now all the people at the bottom they got nothing to do |
Except watch as their world slowly fades to blue |
…But it wasn’t always like this |