The People's Hymn

Trapped, heart beating

Closing in

On a lack of oxygen.

 

They've dropped the bomb

On our minds, left us clutching

Hand on your breast

Not on your heart

No meaning in words

No faith on mind.

 

They've turned our minds to stone

Obedience etched into our bones

Joy carved onto our faces

Chains around our ankles

Chains around our wrists

We bear it all equally

But some more than others.

 

Death has become an aspiration

Not just an ode of despair

As a people we have chosen

Pain over gain

Deceit over decision

You over us

Kill over be killed.

 

And so we play our games

I'll be you, you be me

Everything is similarity

Lock your door

And you're hiding something

Keep it open

And you have loose morals.

 

Everything we do

Everyone has done.

 

Why live, why die

It's all been tried

There's no escape.

 

Trapped, heart beating

Closing in

On a lack of oxygen.