Our Being is merely A glitch in the Cosmos, A SUPERNOVA EXPLODING. Our Souls yearn for the return to our SUPREME State of Being, As we Aimlessly Wander through the a concrete jungle, Listening to the Hustle and Bustle of city noise, We strive to beat out the next in line, Trapped like ***** in a bucket clawing for the top. We've been Lied to our whole lives, Mislead towards Imminent DESTRUCTION. Suffering from Corruption Where there's NO PEACE there's NO JUSTICE. WORK PLAY CONSUME BUY Our Intelligence has been reduced to that of an adolescent canine Control the Brain the Body will Follow. You may be Free today, but be slaves Tomorrow. We're only renting this body yet when it dies there will be sorrow For our people will mourn over a corpse that is Hollow.