cutting free

I am tired of their dream
tired to putting my body
to work in their machine
tired of their lies
they try to push behind
ear drums thumping
to heart beats bumping
PTSD running through
my veins
cause their words
return back to the logic
of carcasses as profit
and they hide behind
their books and degreed looks
pretend what they have to say
is something cause its lots
of specks on a page
but just blah blah blah
something that don't mean shit
except they have their name
written on some electronic space
gated with authenticated sign in log ins
locked in knowledge
don't ask me to review your paper
i don't understand what you mean
when you talk about helping systems
to improve military machines
to crack the code of movements
speaking up on electronic space
you think you can track us
but our knowledge cannot be reclaimed
cause you stand on stilts of shame
cannot even touch the ground
cause so long you've erased
any sense of faith
of freedom