Your beloved independence
nothing but illusion certified
a marketing slogan for cultivating xenophobia
tilling your soil to sow the lies
The different paths you take lead to the same
places everybody goes everyday
and the perceptions of choices in your brain
just like a street magician's one two three shell game
It's fucked up
recycled
post-consumer emotion
Appeasing
controlling
always trying to console consumer souls
Do you ever think about trying to run away?
Do you ever think about taking a stand?
Do you ever think about the value of your life
in terms of supply and demand?
Riding your bike, no-handed
talking on your cell phone, killing birds
talking about the nature of your human experience
I'm at a loss for words
You don't wanna hear, even at a shout
You don't wanna tell them they're paying for it all
We'll just let our kids let their kids let their kids' kids fade
Who will tell them that their great, great, great grandparents burned the world away
Don't defy the status quo, please
Keep your truths to yourself til the public tour leaves
No one wants to hear you rant and rave on repeat
and anyway, they disagree
