For the greater good?

I rebel

you cut me down,

shackle me to the ground

you tell me I'll live

in bunker

way down, down

you tell no one

I'm living there

way down, down

I hope one day

That I will escape

and tell the world

Of the sanctioned killings

your secret deals

supposedly for the greater good

You tell me I've got a sickness

All I see is you

poisoning them and me

No one sees

what you do