We live within a grid
Its boundaries well-defined
And woe to anyone
Who steps outside the lines

A fragile order kept
That struggles to contain
Any independent thought
That threatens their domain

CHORUS:
A cage we built with our own hands
We were just following commands
A tragic tale that’s often told
A narrative tightly-controlled

The grid decides your path
The options you’re allowed
A distant hand deciding
Which rights you’re endowed

An eye to keep you safe
But if you carry on
A vengeful fist to keep you
Down where you belong