They call it safetyβ¦ drip it slow Till the tongue forgets air And the taste of truth If we donβt question, we only survive If we donβt swallow, we stay alive Zombies walking, no graves in sight Fed headlines like holy wine Till panic feeds pure obedience Not divine Control doesnβt scream, it hums tightly wound Soft as law, smooth as drums Every rule a calming sound Every step more tightly bound A refusal to swallow The poison wears off A refusal to swallow The poison wears off Tied in walls you didnβt choose Breathing fear they call the truth Beneath the bass, beneath the sound Beneath the static shaking in the ground There is a voice thinner and alive Slipping through guards of the mind It doesnβt save, it doesnβt shout It only names the cage weβre in Every calm is measured out Every breath a quiet sin They drip it slow so we donβt choke They keep us calm so we donβt look A refusal to swallow The poison wears off A refusal to swallow The poison wears off Tied in walls you didnβt choose Still breathing lies they call the truth The poison wears off Not all at once But momentsβ¦ Cracksβ¦ A question A silence A refusal to swallow it all A refusal to swallow The poison wears off A refusal to swallow The poison wears off Tied in walls you didnβt choose Wide awake, still subdued They call it safety We call it control
