Peering through the window

Some one shut the door

The panes are painted black

Gray matter on the floor

Don't dare to break the glass

They'll put a bullet in my head

If I open up the window

They'll slam it down again



Kill thought



They show pictures of the outside

Teach what they think it looks like

Movies made with blue screen

Made to read their doctrine

Build up a facade

Looks like a mirage

Think you know a lot?

Only what's been taught