The Prisoner

Ignorance is strength
I'm begging you to tell me what to think
I don't want to say the wrong thing
I don't want to wander off the reservation
Leave my station, draw attention, face the nation
Stand here naked, unawakened, overeducated
Hide me in the crowd, give me orders, give me back the script
I can still remember certain things, I'm sure of it
The limits of my language are the limits of my world
I don't need no lexicon, I'll use smiley faces, never words
Shut my eyes, I don't need to see, you can tell me what is there
Tell me who to follow, who to hate, I won't challenge you, I wouldn't dare
Lock me up for my protection, watch me closely, do inspections
Let me feel the edge to correct me and my insurrections
I don't want to walk in the sun, don't want to run, don't want to be out in the cold
Tell me what to stand, what sign I'm supposed to hold
Tell me what to scream, tell me who's been canceled, never why
I'll denounce him, pounce upon him, lemme trounce him, let me at the guy
Did I say I? There is no I. There is only us. Unleash us
Be the boot that stamps our human faces in the dust

I guess somebody died and made you the gatekeeper for my mind
Whining's fine
But the one-eyed man's the only king you'll find in the land of the blind
I'm a heterodox thinker, a bourbon-on-the-rocks drinker
Reading what I want to read, it's a right I'll bleed for
The only kind of right I got a need for
I have seen the enemy, and he's a teenaged scold and a Big Brother wannabe
He thinks he can tell me what to do or say or see
He thinks he can frighten me, try me, deny me clemency
We shall see. An eternity will pass before I pass up an opportunity to be
What it is my right to be, not a number but a free man, despite your plan
If I got to go down, let it be my my own hand
I'm not your fan, your follower, your disciple or your man
I'm just the Laughing Boy, emcee of this theater of the damned