You have the right to believe,
You have the right to forgive,
You have the right to cry,
You have the right to buy,
You have the right to work,
And maybe you have the right to talk.
Then here is my small talk.
You have the right to believe
All the fake news they give.
That you can choose for yourself,
The ultimate goal is wealth.
You have the right to forgive
All the harm done while you live
That it's not their fault,
Victims themselves called.
You have the right to cry,
It doesn't matter why.
Tears are just salt water,
There's an unlimited quota.
You have the right to work,
They say this is your perk:
Spend 10 hours away
To earn for one more day.
You have the right to die.
But better think of what to buy.
Surrounded by useless things,
Wish for the purchases tomorrow brings.
You have the right to remain silent.
Even say something if the noose isn't tightened.
Words won't make them frightened.
The main rule: you have no right to be violent.
'Cause you are a sheep, white and ripe,
This is exactly their cultivating type.
They do everything to preserve their might.
You think they do everything right.
And this is another one of your rights.