Joy Division

Born from some mothers womb,
Just like any other room.
Made a promise for a new life.
Made a victim out of your life.
When your times on the door,
And it drips to the floor,
And you feel you can touch,
All the noise is too much,
And the seeds that are sown,
Are no longer your own.
Just a minor operation,
To force a final ultimatum.
Thousand words are spoken loud,
Reach the dumb to fool the crowd.
When you walk down the street,
And the sounds not so sweet,
And you wish you could hide,