Under "it's okay" and "everything will be alright
I'm swallowed up
Giving false hopes
And motivations
That they drone on and on
The machine
Slowly corroding
Under an influence of dripping Maws
Of the unselfish mob
Imposing their rules-
It's anyways unite and rule, right?-
There's nothing left
But empty words
Labeled positive motivation
To make the cliché sound much more worse
False accusations aside
It festers within
Crushing out the zeal
To stick to your integrity
And speak
For the faceless masses
Telling them that they will be alright
If they could follow
All the rules set up
An example for the ideal human
And please the crowd.