Trapped inside, didn't have a clue
I was once controlled inside of my mind
They held on to my hands and throat
Used a bandana to cover my eyes
My name's Janet
I was blinded for years so I couldn't see the stamp on my back
But one day I finally broke away and the truth and lies were perfectly clear
It's sick
Is this really how...
It's sick
...you want to live?
It's sick
They just let it be...
It's sick
...but I have no choice
Standing still, standing my ground
I want to leave a print not a mark
Judging from all standing points cause they're shallow brains just can't comprehend
They target you
Material desires
Those are the things that we should set fire
They're all driven by a production of shit that's just a waste of life's time
It's sick
Is this really how...
It's sick
...you want to live?
It's sick
They just let it be...
It's sick
...but I have no choice
They can't see, not like me, that freedom's not what they've really got
Convinced that they can make a choice when the decision's already been made
And when their time is done they'll think they had a blast, their life was a trip
But in the end, what's over soon?
A life they lived by somebody's way
It's sick
Is this really how...
It's sick
...you want to live?
It's sick
They just let it be...
It's sick
...but I have no choice