Peering through the window
  Some one shut the door
  The panes are painted black
  Gray matter on the floor
  Don't dare to break the glass
  They'll put a bullet in my head
  If I open up the window
  They'll slam it down again
    Kill thought
    They show pictures of the outside
  Teach what they think it looks like
  Movies made with blue screen
  Made to read their doctrine
  Build up a facade
  Looks like a mirage
  Think you know a lot?
  Only what's been taught