Pointed Fingers - Out Out

I was so set up by those who pointed fingers

Crossed forever doubled, perjury that lingers

Forced the point for hours, some subversive action

I was made to squander all my precious freedom

I checked the line’s voltage — still the same

I scoured the walls for conductive paint

I scanned the bands — no signal radiates

But they still know every move I make

Talks of wiretapping distressing in nature

I found all the traces hidden under painted

Walls that had confined me, now just past persuasion

I was so set up by those who pointed fingers

Now I know who’s listening, they are all just faces

Now I know who’s watching, they are all just faces

Now they think I’m talking, they are all just nameless

I was made to squander all my precious freedom