Empty places, everyone locked up in their safe spaces.

Oh please segregate me away from society.

Hold me, protect me, make sure nobody could ever offend me.

Drug me, inject me, shove a tube down my throat and force feed me propaganda

Empty places, everyone locked up in their safe spaces.

Transphobic? More like agoraphobic.

Locked in their mental cells of anguish,

staring at glass walls ready to throw rocks.

Poisoned by their perception.

Their perception of their own reflection.

Commanding, demanding, and domineering society.

Legislating an impossible norm that nobody could ever live up to.

Empty places, everyone locked up in their safe spaces.

Social media.. Really?! Modern slave owners.

Yes, sir. Okay, sir. Can I post this today, sir?

Putting us in chains of likes, shares, and comments.

Reinforcing self-destruction, intellectual pollution, trying to incite a revolution.

A revolution against freedom, like good slave owners do.

Keeping us dependent, helpless, clueless.

Pitting us against eachother always searching for salvation.

Salvation from self-proclaimed messiahs,

looking to keep us in our cages.

Empty places, everyone locked up in their safe spaces.

Politicians stealing our souls like snakes in suits.

Lapping at our ears whispering venomous notes of fear

to keep us controllable, gullible, feeding us political nonsense.

Like eating Tide pods, regurgitating red and blue all over our friends and family.

Empty places, everyone locked up in their safe spaces.