Thumb - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Sat in a room, it looks like an office

The workers are shouting and so are the bosses

But I'm in the corner

My back to the conference

With both my hands tied to the chair

They're talking about me, but I don't need to be there

It feels like a joke that I'm sat at the table

They push me to speak, but they know I'm unable

What they want me to say?

You tell me to choose

Then you take all my options away

I wouldn't say it hurts

If anything, I'm feeling numb

You got, you got, you got me pressed under your thumb

I wouldn't say I'm livin'

But I know for surе I ain't dead

You got, you got, you got control over my head

Paint mе with makeup and give me a dress

I feel like a failure, but lookin' my best, oh

It feels like a game

Everyone's winning, but I never learnt how to play

I wouldn't say it hurts

But I wouldn't say I feel fine

Scold me and mold me, control me

Just hold me and help me

And say that you'll let me decide

Oh-oh-oh