Broken spine

Cut my threads
I’m nothing but a marionette

Lies and cliches harm and ruin
Our exchange of views
Never thought this could be me
To weak to resist the flow

Isn’t it useless to speak of freedom of speech?

Cut my threads
I’m nothing but a puppet

I get frustrated when I look into the mirror
I can’t be proud of this face
Smiling at me

No, I don’t want to follow
No, I can’t stand my face

Bleeding, dying, torn
Enmeshed in disillusion

Stand the flow