Fishbone. The Reality Of My Surroundings. Behavior Control Technician. Zeneszám

Children run away from the torturistic ways
Children still resist from the powers that persist
Will you shut up and sit still, I think you should obey
Havin' very few rights, we cannot communicate

Train my brain to work, the way you want me to
Don't question authority, see, be a little zombie that agrees with you
You are strapped with a double standard cup in a battle you won't win
And when it's over we're gonna dance your memory away

Sheltering will restrict your baby's mind
Sheltering will restrict your baby's mind
Sheltering