Programmed

Twisting and turning Your face to the wall Your future was soaring The landing was hard Your conscience would take no resistance You found a way out The threshold of freedom was calling Can I pull you out? I found out you've fallen in the shadows The

Make my decisions, carry my flame Reading my lines for the camera's stare Sentenced to follow Mental incision easy to trace Recycled all of my daily rhymes Force me to read them the same Minds that were not made for dreaming Raise a functional Hand t