This rule, this law,
This way to walk
This right, this wrong
This way to talk
The unspoken agreements
Written across the sky,
On the surface of the Earth
Yet we never question why.
And that way, that rule
That societal law,
That good, that bad
That old mortal flaw
A prison we created
A cage of our manufacture
What savages we’ve become
From fighting our ‘savage’ nature
That beauty, that ugliness
That worthy, that not
That clever, that foolish –
Each a lie we’ve all bought
Where the hell did they come from?
Who the hell made these rules
If not for ourselves?
We don’t see it – we’re fools.
And there are no profiteers
We’re all just losers here
To not believe it, or to think like them
Is to let yourself be tricked by the system.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 8:36 AM UTC
This rule, this law,
This way to walk
This right, this wrong
This way to talk
The unspoken agreements
Written across the sky,
On the surface of the Earth
Yet we never question why.
And that way, that rule
That societal law,
That good, that bad
That old mortal flaw
A prison we created
A cage of our manufacture
What savages we’ve become
From fighting our ‘savage’ nature
That beauty, that ugliness
That worthy, that not
That clever, that foolish –
Each a lie we’ve all bought
Where the hell did they come from?
Who the hell made these rules
If not for ourselves?
We don’t see it – we’re fools.
And there are no profiteers
We’re all just losers here
To not believe it, or to think like them
Is to let yourself be tricked by the system.
