Woorden: Propaghandi. Showdown (g.e./p.).

We spoke our minds too clearly. We assumed fundamental rights were inherent not as pawns but humynz. I do not require a gauge for freedoms of speech 'cause I never asked to be a citizen. I never have and never will pledge allegiance... Waking up each morning with confusion in my eyes. The wind is biting through to wave hello. Seeing my reflection, an exterior of lies. I hope this shaky feeling doesn't show. As if I had to tell you, there was little left to say. Stilted conversations coloured blue. You were sitting down and you got up to walk away. I tried to stay, but I was right behind you. Tension in the stair, I cannot bear so close to helpless as the songs I sing inside me ring. Final words are boring never touch I know you whispered something in my ear. I couldn't hear you. Gyrls with the greenest eyes. First time you have kissed. Our quiet softest sighs. A song for all of those who shot and missed. Welcome to this world impuded identity. Born, tagged, tattoed, pacified. Generously bestowed my rights and privileges replete. Arbitrary values ascribed. There's nothing I can tell you. There's nothing I can say. Stunted conversation, censored thought. I'm completely free at liberty guaranteed. Unless, of course, you decide I'm not. But I'll not be resigned to fall in line behind you. Tension in the air I cannot ear so what the fuck am I accomplishing? Absolutely nothing. All these words are boring. It's time for action. But you've taught me to be a pawn. It won't last for long. Those who see through the lies are quickly gagged and bound. Their ambitions realized. Tear the whole fucking thing down.