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Apr 2015
The truth is clouded from our vision
In a plan to steal our minds
They want us to be fat and happy
So we don't care whats going on

They fill our heads with empty knowledge
So they don't lose what once was ours
We gave them power for a moment
And they took all that they could rob

We sit in a half drunk stupor
And watch whatever **** comes on
While they walk in the front door boldly
We don't know that our stuff is gone

So what, you say you're fat and happy
And now I've talked for way too long
But you will see in the near future
That what I say is far from wrong.

Cheap thrills are driving me insane
Don't know whether it's spit or rain
The time has come for me to shout it
Free bread and circuses mask pain.
Jonathan Firmin
Written by
Jonathan Firmin  Boone, NC
(Boone, NC)   
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   Shylah S and NV
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