2.Dead Hand
Feel your lack of volition
Freedom is just an illusion
There is a hand
Like a ceiling that holds you down
There's no action
We're words upon the page
Written by a hand beyond this age
Run about inside this maze
Built by men in different days
There's no plan
No way to make your escape
A hand guides the way
See this science-fiction
See our true condition
There is a hand
Like a magnet that holds you down
There's no action
We're words upon the page
Written by a hand beyond this age
This is the dead hand
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