I think I understand it now, life that is,
How easy it is to lose the sense of control in all this.
We're trapped like animals and on a conveyor belt,
Awaiting judgement from a consuming generation, but hell,
I'm guiltily part of that as well.

I think I get how people get lost in the numbness of judgement and consumption,
We're all consumers consuming humour and a humans convulsions.
That repetitive nature of the newest generations has change the world,
No longer do we fight the same fight and stand beside the typical Gerald.
We look to be hurt by others and take a leap of ill-faith into broken people,
Expecting them to catch us when they can't even find love to love themselves; never mind other people.

We hurt ourselves to pause the conveyor belt,
We harm ourselves to draw blood and feel pain and escape our modern hell.
We snap like thin hard wax and damage our perfect bodies,
When we're so powerful; we could revolt and fill the lobbies.

We can make a change, stop the automatic production,
But in a modern world, we're the creators of our own destruction.

Silenced
And reprimanded
For every word
I say.
How many times was it today?
I guess
I won't
Speak
Again.

A small bit of contact
held on too long
Wince or write another angry song
'Cause after twice a lapse in trust
you'd have all been turned to cruft
After all, 'twas me did fall
................

Had you forgotten?

.................
Or was it me, seemed skinned the knee?
Now dead was the fly and buzz in the bee
Sigh of air and glimpse of hair
'Twas dusk till moonlight  brought me there
Heavy rain, tainted blame
Broken drain on the window pain
That same rain, did keep me tame
Keep me tame with ball and chain
That small bit of contact
Oh a challenge failed
To be ignored or to be inhaled