When it's dark, turn a light on.
Like God in genesis, it's for you to do.
Pay no mind to the mirror on the wall,
Cold and vicious, dead as pterodactyl eyes.
When it's cold, put your coat on.
It's winter until you make it spring.
It's time for you to wake the fuck up,
"Harsh injustice" just another of your lies.
And until you realise that it really was only you all along,
The fear you felt has scared all other fears away,
And working for nothing but a chance to work tomorrow,
Is when you realise, is when you can say:
There is
No man,
No plan,
Just what you see through the bars of your cell
No pain,
No blame,
But that which you create yourself.
When you're put down, seize your freedom.
It's always yours, and never given.
Bastardised, your rights are trampled,
Have you no more to do than sigh?
And now you look for answers, and find there are none,
The books you've read have only given you more to say,
When "rights" and wrong, and wrong can be right,
Everyday is a fight, a message, an urge to say:
There is
No man,
No plan,
And the cell, too, is another lie
No pain,
No blame,
And no father in the sky.
