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Apr 2011
All our morals went out the door
As we greedily call out
We want more
The world sold out
She's a *****
Tryin to find a way out
Behind a closed door
The word revolves around consumption
It can't properly function
Orbiting around need
So easily deceived
Unaware we could override it
Our fate has already been decided
Punched in
As we prepare at the starting line
We forget it's also the end
For we've surrendered our capacity
To comprehend
Awed by the audacity
That our minds are only a trend
Constantly changing to fit a mold
Don't form your own thoughts
Cuz soon they'll be old
Out of date
So change them when you're told
Cooperate
And continue on
With this mundane game
Surrender your name
In a quest for fame
For bright lights
Provide insight
That only survives
Till the dark of night
Afraid of you demons
You hold that spotlight tight
Unaware that it's purpose
Has blended in the surface
For in your journey
You're not alone
You have one last call
Society's already on the phone
Inflicting the fear if the unknown
Providing a antidote
You swallow the pill
Become a drone
Kiss goodbye to individuality
You've been reduced to a clone
Nothing sets you apart
From everyone else
You sacrificed your heart
Now it's labeled on a shelf
Next to a dictionary
Made to define yourself
By someone else
So break out of the cycle
Spinning you towards destruction
Cuz pretty soon you'll come to a junction
Where you'll have to decide
Between your mind
And the comfort of conformity
For it's much more simple than reality
So listen to my distorted wisdom
There's one thing I am certain
We need a change in the system
Meka Boyle
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