When you can't escape the silence of your mind!
You turn to the robots
to fix the sublime !
One key will fit all
that's what they say.
They pat you on the back
and say, it will be ok.
Am I there worst nightmare?
Someone they can not fix?
So I reach deep
Deep down
in my bag of tricks.
Im a different kind
I see through bulls#$t
walls of oppression,
the counterfeit Society,
the feeling of suffocation.
Who am I ?
I am A woman !
Sick of chasing the American dream !
lord knows I tried,
but robots lie.
The American dream is a dream
but it's a nightmare.
A nightmare in disguise.
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC
When you can't escape the silence of your mind!
You turn to the robots
to fix the sublime !
One key will fit all
that's what they say.
They pat you on the back
and say, it will be ok.
Am I there worst nightmare?
Someone they can not fix?
So I reach deep
Deep down
in my bag of tricks.
Im a different kind
I see through bulls#$t
walls of oppression,
the counterfeit Society,
the feeling of suffocation.
Who am I ?
I am A woman !
Sick of chasing the American dream !
lord knows I tried,
but robots lie.
The American dream is a dream
but it's a nightmare.
A nightmare in disguise.
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