A mime seems to be encaged every day
People walk past without a second thought
The mime becomes more and more enraged throughout the way
Those people judging not knowing what is fought
People see through the box wondering why he’s trapped
The mime can’t seem to find a way that is sought
There was no one that the mime could get rapt
There was a strong sense of doubt

The box was very mindful and wise
Yet the box seem to only see one side
Boxes have always only see their beneficial side
While their money in debt began to rise
They will always keep their ties
And yet they will hold their disguise

The box doesn’t look like one from the inside
It seems that mime and be the one who tried
The cobra starts to constrict upon the mime
The mime sees less and less time

Tied, Cried, Untried
And then finally died
Without a single person being able to describe

The boxes real faces is the face of a serpent
Just like the mime there are many others
And just like him they all become servants
The mimes are all in the same situation as each other

Boxes are the destruction of the mimes
Being trapped in the same cage
Regardless of their age
Some are not as constricting as others
But always seem to connect back like lovers

But the box keeps order
Helps people that have been given a disorder
Gets rid of people that have committed a crime
Without a single reason or rhyme

The box keeps everything together
But also destroys it all
And every thing might fall
But there is nothing better

The box is ten times thicker than leather
With no way of weather
The box gets to get stronger
And stand the test of time
While the mimes just all see horror
And they have punishment without any crime

There will never be an end to cycle
It will go on and on to the mimes disciple
And in the end there will be a tax
Everyone will be able to see the tracks

Destruction of Society
The End of Nature
Raising All Anxiety
Yet still holding together