As I gaze upon this empty page,
of the book that holds my life.
Confined by customs to my cage,
I must break free with my knife

The knife of course is collective thought,
ridiculed by my peers.
In this social jail I'm caught,
pursued by overseers.

To escape I must leave no trace,
of my presence  in the light.
It seems shadows rule this place,
as we lose the fight

So fight with me and bring it down.
Bring freedom to the mass,
of people who are left to drown,
until our capturers pass.