There is a seed planted deep within us,
One that is constantly trapped,
Deep within our subconscious,
And for those observant enough to catch it, a feeling of being trapped.

It's directly in our face,
No matter where we go.
Inside every public place,
Even in your home.

But it doesn't have to be,
That they control both you and me.
You can strike down this tree
And avoid becoming another mindless zombie.

Celebrate your individuality,
And make sure that everyone sees,
Is that the last thing the human race needs.
Is another  Borrachero tree spreading its filthy seeds.