I have a complaint of all the prohibitions.
Even if you tied my tongue mr judge, it will talk.
Let constabulary and police come from station,
My thoughts are on the run, they won't fit in jail, oh no.
Sometimes I come crashing down
Sometimes I rise above when tables turn
Even if they enforce new laws again and again
Words will fly but written texts will stay in both worlds, oh no.
If you remain silent, it won't work; but when you speak your mind, it won't work either.
Even if the tongue hushes mr judge, soul can't stay in the body.
It doesn't work if you write, it doesn't work if you don't write either.
Don't take precautions, the pen won't stand its ground.