Napalm Death - Prison without walls

Trapped
Inside your head
Insular, living dead
Existing for a purpose you'll never find
Inducements, distortions contorting your mind
External sources maintain control
Programmed existance, fulfill your role
You've got a brain, shake off the reins
Smash the shackles, break the chains

Bro since I got dirtpilled on Tuesday I have made sooo many worm friends and made them soo many little houses to get married in. Me? Lonely? No you’re the lonely one u lawn owning freak