Sitting up and rubbing tired, rested eyes,   The conscience rises to intercept the lies   The secrets of the competition pleasure are revealed   Escaping from the mighty cage that once was locked and sealed   Despite living in hell, this saint has kept his head quite cool   Seething, he could no longer sit there like a fool   Angered, restless, shamed, tired and torn   Locked up in that cage since the day that he was born   Suffering in silence, his fate would not be known   In a society where everybody, on the inside, isn't on their own      Waking up to see the light   Grab the heart strings   Pull them tight   There's a pain   Inside my chest   As artificial face gets laid to rest      Outbursts no longer controlled, measured, sensible and kept in check   He laughs and looks me in the eye, as he tightens the noose around my neck   Grab my arm and take me away   Show me thoughts of yesterday      Tomorrow could have been much brighter   If he hadn't reared his ugly head   He's trying to prevent the sinning   And trying to make me repent instead   I'll try to pretend that I like it   So defeat doesn't cloud my soul      So when I cry   Turn out the light   Spare my foes   The ugly sight   I'll kick and thrash   Until he's still   Only he can win   My mind is ill      My mind is ill   So I'll kick and thrash   Until he's still      The ugly sight   Not seen by my foes   There is not light      His triumph over me   Has improved my social grace   For once the bad man has been put   In the one and only place   Where he cannot hurt the loved ones   ANYMORE   NEVER AGAIN   No, Not more.....