temptation is our master
beauty is our god
we pray to be loved
and pay to get off
baby machines
that's all we are
forcing ourselves together
as we fall apart
to lengthen the bloodline
and pass on our genes
we lie and we lust
through smartphone screens
saying that it's society's fault
for whatever that means
we are society 
we are the ones who killed our own dreams
and broke our own hearts
we are the ones who made it is way
if it's truly society's fault
then we ourselves are to blame
still just a baby machine
a consciousness composed of cells
its funny how i'm the only me
but i only wish to be someone else
i create my own reality
and i choose to hate myself
as much as i'd like to feel special
everybody is slowly decaying in their own hell
so nobody would hear
my many cries for help
you either feel too much
or remember how it felt
numb or overwhelmed
there is no between
promises are horse **** vows
we make and never intend to keep
we know that when we die
that will be our release
and till then we prey on the night
and escape through our dreams
human needs
primal urges
we want it
whether or not we deserve it