We are controlled by man
a man who is never changed
he sits with a wand of truth and passes us all, over and over again
we cant stop it, nor do we try
for our lives are like flowers,
in the end we will die
We all weep and moan, as the cycle goes on
moving with the world
crawling upon ourself,
choking on our own food,
and beating us down, with a simple tune.
and inspite of this,
we move with the world
cant you see?
everything is perfect and going fine
as long as you move with the man
that points the wand, over and over again
Why not, you say?
ill tell you why,
you see that pile of red gush and lumps
that seems to rises every month
it contain the souls and brains
of those who decided to rebel
and for this, my soul will never change.
I hate society.
I hope it turns its back at me.
Becuase I dont want to see its face in mine anymore. |
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