Restricted (Rot cover)

A lot of restrictions Trying to drown us In a pool of shit You call your society Always the same ways A car and a good job A nice wife and nice sons All you used to wish your whole life The price you have to pay To act like a sheep Accepting everything Crushed by social pressures Maybe a worthless price to you But still too high for us Then we'd rather keep the fight Against all these passive thinkings