歌詞

Rules are made

For the wrong ones

By the time they leave

Rules remain

Tiny packs

On the shelf

Plastic wrapped

For “our safety”

One short clip

Late at night

Now the spoons

Are locked inside

Nothing wrong

Nothing done

Still we pay

The cost

Five percent

Made the mess

Ninety-five

Carry it

Who made this?

Who agreed?

Why’s everybody

Scared to leave?

Tiny rules

Every week

Now we need

Permission to breathe

Rule

Rule

More forms

More names

More meetings

Just in case

We built doors

To feel safe

Now we need

Keys for keys

Lunch break

Moved again

Need approval

For the rain

Thinking stops

Questions fade

“Why” is dead

Inside

Five percent

Walked away

Ninety-five

Still obey

Good intent

Built the cage

Piece by piece

Day by day

Funny thing —

Nobody wanted this

Still somehow

Every year

Another rule appears

I said “yes”

Before I thought

Now my voice

Sounds borrowed

[Outro]

Rule for trust

Rule for love

Rule for silence

Rule above

No one planned

This machine

Still it grows

In our name

Rule