Born Into This:

Born into this.  Born like this.  Doomed to this.  What freedom is this?  Once a year as a day.  What sort of illusion is this?  Oppression rules the day, and everything they say, is a lie of application for the rules they laid…  As a foundation of oppressive ways.  Resurrected in am/fm radio waves.  It’s pitted against your brain.  Your ability to choose between ways. restricted between undeserved praise and the rulers of today.  Fooled into a celebration of elite rebelling against a crown.  That’s Independence day, freedom doomed to a pseudo-sound.

The same.  The movement oppresses, recognize the condition.  This isn’t fiction.  I was born into this predisposition.

This is not a game that anybody plays.  There’s no rules to this game.  Framed in the experience of [pain].  It’s the darkness, what we know about pain.  In the abyss, surrounded by dark matter… everything around is matter.  Made for this.  Born for this.  Break away, complicate matter.  Everybody was born for this black matter.

Repressed memories.  Oppressive tendencies.  Depressive energy engulfs the mind.  The soul stuck in time of disruption.  Functions, like a damn to emotions.  The potion, brings out deep oceans of motion.  Made for this.  Born for this.  Freedom is doomed unless we speak to this.  Arms raised up fisted.  Listen, we we’re born for this.