I Rather Not Know

I'm always being watched by a familiar group
I must be a good birdie like they want me to be
They have stripped me of my feathers
Ever since I was a hatchling
There's no choice but to comply
Behave, obey, never speak, and stay asleep
Staying asleep..
The only whisper I couldn't follow
I had to wake up
I had to know the truth
But now I know why they kept me asleep
Why didn't I just listen?
Give back the illusions and ignorance I once had
Feed me anything but the truth...