society has drugged some people into the idea that if we have money we will be happy
Turning people into brainless hungry zombie
Never having a enough
Always searching the lowest of wastelands for more
Society has built us into soldiers
Robotic and grey
Gave of us the ability to make choices
But put us on restricted mode
the robots are slowly turning to rust
Yet they march forever more
Society has given a dystopia
Out of a utopia
By making us feel like we have choices
distracting us
Lying and saying
That everything fine
But the air is ash
And our minds are trash
the modern apocalypse
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 11:43 AM UTC
society has drugged some people into the idea that if we have money we will be happy
Turning people into brainless hungry zombie
Never having a enough
Always searching the lowest of wastelands for more
Society has built us into soldiers
Robotic and grey
Gave of us the ability to make choices
But put us on restricted mode
the robots are slowly turning to rust
Yet they march forever more
Society has given a dystopia
Out of a utopia
By making us feel like we have choices
distracting us
Lying and saying
That everything fine
But the air is ash
And our minds are trash
the modern apocalypse
look deeper in our lives
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