Words are counted not weighed
I don’t believe much you say
The face, a fountainhead that spews out lies
He got no ears to hear your cries
Don’t build yourself a prison baby
You will become a prism today, hey today
The web of greed it stretches far
They even think they own the stars
You pay to live, to live you toil
But will they feed their children oil?
Don’t build yourself a prison baby
You will become a prism today
Children of light they know the score
The newborn child knows not war
The tongue it flutters soft and it’s no surprise
They got no ears to hear our cries
Don’t build yourself a prison baby
You will become a prism today
Just do what you want to, hey hey
They’re building us all prisons aren’t they?
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