The Grip Tightens

Slowly our rights erode away

We exist only to be slaves

The hidden hand with fingers outstretched

Closes in around our necks

Masses refuse to see

Kept in line as we are deceived

Minds start to atrophy

Suppress the will to be

The grip tightens around our throats

Gasping for air as we choke

A barren future, we've lost all hope

Slowly the grip tightens around our throats

Snuffing out the air from our lungs

A horrid realization

Suffocating, as we watch our world come undone

Knowing the worst is yet to come

Is this our destiny?

To be enslaved endlessly

The notion of our freedom

Is a Fallacy