Control.
Switching synapses strive for perfectly calculated destinies.
Its funny when they become so repulsed with these innumerous possibilities.
Whether it’s over others, or over themselves.
The lines become split, shifted, blurred.
Independence. what a lie.
People proclaim it; it’s really just a disguise.
All they want is control over them self.
Not true freedom, just governed by a more personal hell.
Decisions, what makes them so appealing?
What makes them so powerful, so deceiving?
When life goes out of control, that’s the problem.
Society teaches flawed coping skills and we are all supposed to get along.
More lies they shove down our throat and expect us to swallow.
But what happens when you just feel too hollow?
To go along with the program, the failed hierarchy of life.
They call you an outcast, one battling constant stryfe.
The use lies of control to keep us from going crazy.
Because we must have something “higher” then us or the fear will be displayed for all to see. |
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