Freedom.

I am not a tyrant
I'm a prisoner at best
And the work that I do well for you weigh like bricks upon my chest.
It all looks very structured but it's a total fucking mess.
How will anyone survive in a system just like this?
I am not a tyrant
And I don't think I'm insane
But Thank God that He's the only one who can look into my brain.
Because sometimes it's so dark in there, It causes so much pain
If anybody knew my secrets they would go away.
But I swear I'm not that awful.
Just a little self-destructive.
I could never hurt you like I hurt myself
It's just not that productive.
Yes, I am self absorbed. And sometimes I truly love it.
Still, time is just not on my side
And all I can do now is hide.
I'm working like a masters slave
Digging everyday, my grave.
See, I am not the tyrant.
And one day I'll be free.
One day I'll be truly alone
I'll be getting what I need.