Why?

File your initials in my skin

I am already dead

Hours lost in some sort of sickened daze

Lying to myself that I'm alright

Sucked dry

Dead but still walking

Did the institution

Finally steal my soul?

Locked me up in whitewashed walls

Shut out the light

March in a line

Speak when spoken to

You have no rights

Just burn the Charter now

It's a lie

Everyone's will be heard first

Tell the children

Sweet little lies

Cover their ears

Paint illusions of false hope

This is your job

Now take your place

Now wait in line

Make things easier

Create an illusion of success

Don't worry it will get easier