The world told me to destroy myself; I obliged Comfortable chains to reassure I survived Painted the cage to elicit the smile scorched in my eyes Mindful mantras to correct the lies Repeat, repeat, repeat Until this ideology became mine Regression’s fresh new paint in the style of “progression” They tell us it’s me against you That I’ll succeed if you lose When they’re the ones making our rules It’s the death of the many to enrich the few Constrained perspective in overwhelming doom Submit as there’s nothing you can do Begging to be molded into blitheful hues Simulacra remapping what we knew Containment cell blueprints to hold us to the truth Nothing to love in the reflections of hate Extinguish terror as imagination is sealed away It’s me against you I’ll succeed when you lose When you don’t follow the rules The death of the many are because of you few Their towers’ existence hasn’t changed Warped materials but it’s all the same From ivory to glass keep sitting on your ass As we toil to bring collapse to the systems that only serve you
2 Comments
1 more comment...No posts
Fantastic. So true, especially the "chorus".