Guardians of the Secret - COVID-19

Incarcerated between these walls
Left Shackled by the sins of this world
Rotting in this bed with no hope at all
Left struggling for breath of air
Rounded up like cattle
They will say it's handled
Welded in their districts
They will get their fixes
You will bite their bullets
They will not endure it

Isolation
Of the Mind
Counting time
Until we die

Life robbed
And taken away
From the greedy and the scared
Like lost
Children in the woods
We run and kill ourselves

Fight for Your Life
Welcome to the Fool's Paradise

Isolation
Of the Mind
Counting time
Until we die

There is no way to escape
From this ill-fated place
Except through a body bag

Isolation
Of the Mind
Counting time
Until we die

Written by:
Rory Bean

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