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the steed is broken

by the whip to the back

man is gilded

and he's never going back

they control you

only they make it stop

how they own you

fucking pigs at the trough

submission

like the whip to your back

will of enslavement

the want of control

a perfect nightmare

the virtue takes its toll

let the wolf live

and sheep are never safe

such sad deception

the prison sets you free

some are protected

some seek reprieve

the hand swings mighty

like the whip to your back

submission

those you understand, are those you control.