the press works on
as the words press on
and i keep the meaning
as i keep thoughts streaming
and the sound of clicks
and midwestern hics
hiccuping to their beers
and their bars of fears
the malls are private
news to me
cant do certain things
like photography
they'll threaten you with goons
and bother you plenty
kinda strange
makes you feel kinda empty
but these controls
seem to hold you back
and im not sure
but im taking up the slack
is this conservative manipulation
trying to misconstrue the translation
keeping me admist
a bevy of lips kissed
i should know better
but blinded by blunder
im stuck asunder
while she commits murder
execute the mind
quite unkind
but the shame is potent
rotten to the rind
people control
and don't allow
much freedom to think
they'd rather have a cow
and instead of frolicing
im left in a cage
and i can't help but think
this all but nurtures my rage
now the anger is clear
but i need it understood
that while she's near
it's never good
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