A false reality we're all somehow fine with

Here's why

Why our world is run by the schmucks with black suits of power

And corporations profiting off of our basic needs and keeping these in a file for later

Until you go to your prison of punishment, misery, and sorrow

Only to be given a fraction of your of your life

Sweat and tears with hope so near

Potential here, the potential there

All stopped by the sense of our fear

But let's not forget how we became of this year

100 years ago we were told to sit still while our minds spill

All told we have no use for our skills

The same repetitive shit for 5 times a week

Were organized by strands

What we do with our hands

Our status is based on our plans

Our choices are dichotomized by those who we idolize

Unmended eyes keep us staring right down at our drift

Missing the point we just going in circles and shit

Boasting our lives as if we made it

But really we're all just stuck in a pit

Down at the core

Sad thing is we make fun of those who are poor

What has become to be

Why is our circle of logic so weak

Why does our future just look too bleak

Surely as hell, this can't be the peak

Well

We're living in fear the end is so near

Depend on our peers, amend out here, the last thing we got is our voice made of spears.