The Grip Tightens

Slowly our rights erode away We exist only to be slaves The hidden hand with fingers outstretched Closes in around our necks Masses refuse to see Kept in line as we are deceived Minds start to atrophy Suppress the will to be The grip tightens around our throats Gasping for air as we choke A barren future, we've lost all hope Slowly the grip tightens around our throats Snuffing out the air from our lungs A horrid realization Suffocating, as we watch our world come undone Knowing the worst is yet to come Is this our destiny? To be enslaved endlessly The notion of our freedom Is a fallacy