Restrictions

find some time and see the lies, i dont think we really aughta die.
do you ever wanna see the light, shining out from under sight. will it
be like the dawn of tomorrow, just let go and forge another. when will
we see the dawn of light? not till the break of night. Finding it hard
to speak outta turn, don't wanna upset the powers that control. Wont
let me wear the clothes that fit me well, that told the eyes what the
brain meant. Will it be like this all the time? Having to wear bad
fitting shirts and really off colour trousers? Cant we once try a pair
on first before we buy? Not be so impulsive and reactionary and
actually think about what it all means to us and how it looks in the
mirror? The questions are all great but I cant ask them out aloud. They
cant hear what I want or else they'll fit me up into a straightjacket
that has no colours. The rage that they think they got us in is more
that we thought we could dream. Don't we wanna look like the machines
that all sparkle and glide up there up on high? Sanctimonious and just
full of shit, making us wear grey colour jumpers. I wanted to put some
colour back into the cheeks that blushed before they tried em, now they
bought em they are stuck with them. I have to live with their choice of
clothes, looking at it every day and crying all anew. Couldn't they
veer away from the fringes of the hem? Go more to the softer shade of
green? If we could have a mirror in front of us to tell us the future
side of life, we would never have chosen the grey restrictions of the
unflattering breeches that keep us locked in. the belts wont loosen and
the buckle is rusted through, cant get it off! Ill have to rip it off!
Cant pull hard enough! Have to try hard enough! Wont come off! Its
strangling me so! Ill not stop till I can breath free again!