So hypocritical of you to speak of how enslavement is wrong Yet you won't allow her to make her choices Trembling through the earth not move Her hand not still as night Body becomes a battlefield Only she can know what's right. Whats right for her Self righteous mind Tradition Perfect world Keep it to your fucking self Those so hungry for control Can crave this and nothing more As they pick apart our lives They plan what's next in store I sever each string I stive toward freedom encompassing all of me It's not a question of the choice thats made It's the right to choose Your morality Your superiority Your blatant control of citizenry A tear may fall caused not from self She understands her voice The pain is caused from day to day Being told she has no choice