Jumping on the band wagon,
man that's a bumpy road you're traveling.
I'm sure it gets crowded on that thing,
all of you squirming around like fish
in search of someone else's water
someone else's air to breathe.
Breathe your own ******* air,
Grow your own set of gills!
Or be a fish out of water, who cares!
Man your own vessel, grab the wheel
Take the high road, swiftly out of here!
Hurry up, or you'll get lost
in the masses, of faceless followers.
Watch out, they'll eventually get you,
subliminally, mentally, figuratively, literally.
They'll steal your whole reality
Forget the remote, they'll take that too!
You no longer control your life, they control you
Open your eyes, they'll take and they'll take, until bled dry.
We've been living a lie, categorize it under fiction.
Convictions, restrictions, afflictions, nothing but contradictions.
Take back the remote, turn off the T.V, and grow some **** brains, please!
© 2013 Christina Jackson