Fear

We do not run and play
Because we are afraid
Afraid of broken bones
From slippery stones
Inside our head

We would rather sit and cry
Instead of follow out our pride
Why are we afraid?
Why are we all slaves?

Where are all our heros at?
No calls are ever made
True heros don't associate
Or have a home page

We long for revolution
Yet we're blinded by our fears
It seems our only solution
Is to close off what we hear

Brainwashed by a TV screen
We let them in our homes
And here we are just picking cotton
For some paper in return

What do our jobs really do?
Except give power to a man
No power to ourselves
Is that mans master plan

Our jobs keep us so busy
We don't see there is no end
We will never have enough
And when we do, will be the end

We leave our families daily
To go and make more for them
And all we get is paper
In return for all our sins