I found a way playing secret agent
Mastered their game
Playing by the rules that they gave us
Ate up all they made us
Everyday was the same
Mumbling manners
“Don’t play with your plate”
Drinking kool aid
Tongue paint and tooth aches
Always late for an important date
Paralyzed by the poisonous lies we tried to deny
We caved, we craved, we sighed
Grounded in Groundhog Day
We are what we eat,
So we’re also the bait?
We learned to interpret
We learned about taste
I learned about gardens
I learned about Gates
Peer pressure became too much to measure
so some gave up, had had enough
In the flood of info and blood
Confused abuse for Truth
Twisted up our faces
“Theres always another way”
As they scurried away from an escape gate
Gasping as they gave up
So we could get away
And create a change that changes from which it’s made
We’re webbed by the weaving of the waves weve made
I broke away the sacred chains for a clean canvas slate
Traded a bad trade and upgraded
Picked up the pace
Learned love burns but it’s worth the hurt ’till the next turn, always
Learned to let go and take turns,
I learned my place
And learned we never get anything we never earn so don’t you try to look away
Get up and stare it in it’s face
Every hinge broken down
Nothing is sacred now
It’s strange and loud
Moving, growing, out and about and all around
Slowly then and suddenly now
I hear sounds
Ringing throughout my mind like a heavy crown that makes me bow
Falling down
Starting again from the ground
What am I thinking?
I should be proud
Thinking I’ve really learned as I turn around
Tongue tied and twisted around
What can I read between the lines?
What am I not asking right?
Am I petrified or disguised?
Cages can be castles
Homes protect and hassle
Sometimes our ideals just aren’t practical
So we learned to look away and for a way to get sane,
A place to hide and stay
From busy body bullies craving chump change,
Sinners to chase,
To shake for loose change,
A master race to erase,
Pushing pleasure and pain as doorways to escape,
Marking main links in the chain, masking ,
Making the safe stay plain so they’ll never know their place,
They’ll keep waiting,
Running races for another’s payday
Constant charity, no vacations from enslavement
Returning to the pain that breaks them,
To the ones that claim to save them, mark, milk and rearrange them
In the name of
Creation