Unsew your mouth

A clockwork's sound is here to remind you
Every morning that you're still alive -
A sound of silent anguish,
A sound cutting like a knife.
Promiscuous consent is the culture
In that old rusty mechanism -
Perpetual tetris* in an office's easy to be sealed
When you're wearing a pink prism.

They prefer to see you on your knees,
They prefer to hear you begging "please" -
They say there's no way outta here,
But you know for sure: there is!
Even in a pit you've got a choice -
Holler, if you see what I'm about.
Now is the time to raise your voice,
Now is the time to unsew your mouth.

Each night you drown out harakiri thoughts
In a bottle of the beer -
With the dust under your carpet it just makes you sick,
But there's no soul to hear you here.

Swallowing claims, smoothing quarrels over,
Second thoughts, when you know: you're the only sober
In that nightmare.
Sudden howling wakes you up: "It can't go on like this no further!".

Open up your eyes - I wait tonight for your derail.
Stop that rat race schtick from north to south,
Step off that someone's (not your) trail -
Scream to unsew your mouth.

Look: even every prison has an open door** -
A little ray has lit a new way out,
Not an obidient dummy anymore -
For you have unsewn your mouth.

• - даже учёные, что создали его, говорят, что его нельзя выиграть.
** - "Saint Veronica" Billy Talent

* - о несогласии с восхвалением молчаливого послушания, которое много где культивируется.