Whoever you are
Don't think much of yourself
Your freedom is a ring of steel
A pacifier forced in the baby's throat
Sore taste of enamel cracked on teeth
Your freedom is a sip of water
For the ability to breath, to beg pardon
Skin birched down from the back
To the nakedness of heartbeating
Freedom of hands tied with sticky tape
Freedom to feel pity for yourself
Of dark resentment, suppressed wail
Rotting rage of youth
Freedom to be dead without any reason
Clanking with a shell of fired cartridge
Freedom that became a furrow of wrinkles
Bent by deepness of the bow
MY MOVEMENT - RESISTANCE
MY MOVEMENT - RESISTANCE
Are you that who screamed - I'm free?
Without realizing the foolishness of the words
I saw you and those uglies
With spikes of nipples sticking out
I feel deathly smell of the impersonality
It is shifting from foot to foot as crowds
The monster of slavery with crap on it's limbs
Will brake as a porcelain pig
When just anybody, even one
Will become tired of the pain of the constrained soul
he freedom twisted into serpentine
Will stretch as string of the will
And let it be just a step
Of a body straightened by the pride
Hatred crumpled into the fist
To yourself
Without limit
MY MOVEMENT - RESISTANCE
MY MOVEMENT - RESISTANCE