Slave State

It's the mind of the ordinary that think I'm so cold

But in reality I'm just an old soul

Adapting to different environments around me

Makes me fake, but they can't see

The fantasies I can create

My mind is no slave state

Original and free

Shouldn't it remind you of a tree?

Grateful for what's given

But we give in to the unforgiven

Supposed to be our safe haven

Now "land of the free" is just the color of a raven

Black as darkness

There is no coming back from this...