Cop In The Head

The cop in our head
is the best enforcement yet
of stale morality and dusty law
Always on our tails in eternal surveillance,
we pull ourselves over on a routine search
              Frisking to find dissent
the cop is ready to cuff us with conformity

The private prosecutor questions
our every single motive and movement
Every concern hides a darker purpose
and we make ourselves look stupid
in our desire to fit in

And the judge hands down sentences
of guilt, fear and confusion
In this justice system of the personality
who needs the boys in blue, when
You sentence yourself to stupor and servility?

Sitting in the panopticon of properness
with our eye on our every movement
We do time for all our mistakes,
remembering our every single error
and never will we repeat
our mistakes
of acting and thinking for ourselves