Hidden politics in their affair
Damage is done to the labour without any care
Upsetting plans are creeping through the aisle
Destructive solutions are brought in a pile
They are leading it for their own use
Your proposal is fixed to refuse
Into the desert of means you've been sent
But the doors are getting closed
At oppression department
All my resorts lead into a stalemate
Is my propriety becoming my fate?
Punishment waits behind every mistake
No gasp for relief, these walls start to shake
I keep waiting in vain for concession
Instead I suffer under your obsession
Tell me is this the price I've to pay?
For wetting my palms at oppression department
You are my captor, you are my adviser
I am a stepping stone that is making you wiser
Grief and deception are haunting the prey
I am a beaten bone, I am a game you play
No more patience for taking your lies
I suggest and the guidance defies
I am bonded to rot in this cell
As long as this falseness as usage can dwell
Manipulate and display of your power
Stumbling blocks they keep kicking the hour
It is high time for quitting the field
And leaving behind oppression department
