intricate little robots



running around filling the void of existince



selling your souls away



buying into the next big thing



no matter the price



you take over like little ants



slowly marching over the land







The owl is waiting



to swoop and catch you



while you sit around and wait



your like bait



sitting on the hook



for every fish to fall onto



your tangeled



lost







I wish the world was one



where unity strived



but we all have learned just to fall into the trend of society



being just another number in this forsaken wasteland







but the sun bleeds for us every day



purple



yellow



orange and reds



and this is one thing that we can still hold



in your calaysed hands