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Shackles, Chains, and Freedom's Holding Cell
i look down
see my own body
floating, flying
so out of touch with my flesh
little white pill
jet plane little pill
looking down on myself
sad black soul
tortured black soul
from my easy chair in the clouds
i dont feel so bad
i dont feel so dead
i do feel so numb
but i dont mind
i never mind
why should i mind
escaping one bondage to that of another
only different in the way one makes me feel better
why does happiness cost so much
why is the price of freedom so high
freedom for sale
freedom for sale
a concept close to comercialized anarchy
a dictatorship in a democracy
i am a slave and i want to be free
a slave to my soul, slave to my pain
why is being free such a crime
why could my first smile in months put me behind bars
but have i created my own bars
become a sheriff with every dollar i spend
trapped myself in bars despite my desperate attempt
does freedom equal slavery
can a slave ever become free
why is a crave for happiness such a crime
why is my freedom associated with incarceration
is my freedom really even free
the concept of addiction points otherwise
but it doesnt hurt
atleast, not as much
who are they to say im bad because of what i put into my body
its my body, isnt it
or am i a slave to them too
i know the consequences
but they dont know my pain
who are they to say
who are they to judge
who are they to sentence
who are they to punish
its my body, isnt it
its my health, isnt it
a woman can control her body
a woman can kill a life inside
i have no problem with that
its not my place to judge
its not my place to create someones right
its not my place to create someones wrong
its not my place to impose on someones rights
does their badge and blue give them that right
does their badge and blue make them above the law
the law presses down on me
the law is each as bit responsible for my suffering as my disease
but the law can do no wrong
but the law is always right
and all i can do is wrong
i can seemingly do no right
moral standards extend over me
looming over me like a vulture over prey
happiness comes with a price
happiness comes with a risk
is it a price i should have to pay
a risk i should have to take
the law doesnt care about fixing my problems
but has problems and laws about how i fix them
i do what i can do
i try as hard as i can try
but sometimes i need something more
taking that something more could take my life
yet taking my life isnt much of a concern either way
and on this downward spiral i cant help but think
what a long strange trip its been
