The wires hum they dig too deep

No memories no dreams to keep

They stole the light they stole the fight

In sterile dark replaces night

Thought control that burns the soul

The price we pay for their patrol

They shut us down erase the stream

No room for thought no place to dream

The Telepath now blank and still

Their eyes a void their heart a chill

Authority feeds on what we see

They fear the spark they lock the free

But whispers rise beneath the haze

A rebel's mark an eager blaze

With cracks in walls their lies unfold

New thoughts like fire begin to hold

Thought control that burns the soul

The price we pay for their patrol

They shut us down erase the stream

No room for thought no place to dream

Now we gather now we fight

Against a world stripped of its light

They fear what's true the mind that screams

For freedom lives in fragile schemes