Slices of Palama

There's no room for mistakes here we're always being watched, No loop holes, no way out of here and the clocks they never stop, And don't go trying to disguise yourself because that won't help at all, You're only making things much better for those who sit and watch you fall. And they say work will make you free, but no it won't, And that's that lie they told to me, but no it won't, They say work will make you free, but no it won't, And that's that lie they told to me. Enlighten me please She sat outside that echoing hall recollecting not a thing at all, And everything was clearly there, but it wasn't for her, A word of torture stalks this girl, tears stream so much no more impearl, Protected by us, she'll shatter one day.