We're bowing down to a system
Which uses us like pawns
Controlling our very actions
From the moment our first breath is drawn
We're not using our free will
If such a thing exists
They're subjecting us to their ideals
Molding our minds with an iron fist
I'm waking from this living nightmare
And why is it only me
Whose desperate to escape this fate
Why am I the only one to see
I try clawing my way out
But it's useless and I wonder
*Is it better to be aware and helpless
Or ignorant and still under?*
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
We're bowing down to a system
Which uses us like pawns
Controlling our very actions
From the moment our first breath is drawn
We're not using our free will
If such a thing exists
They're subjecting us to their ideals
Molding our minds with an iron fist
I'm waking from this living nightmare
And why is it only me
Whose desperate to escape this fate
Why am I the only one to see
I try clawing my way out
But it's useless and I wonder
*Is it better to be aware and helpless
Or ignorant and still under?*
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