we are waking up every day
with so many things on our plate.
Even if the whole day feels empty,
our minds are heavy like lead.

We are leaving early to live our life
but we are always arriving late.
We are ******* the air in
but we our lungs aren't breathing.

We are searching everywhere, we are trying all the time,
but we don't know what we are wishing to find.
We are living every day
but no one is feeling alive.

We are fantasising every night
But we aren't sleeping.
We are wanting more everyday
But we are gaining nothing.
We are talking about living life
But we are burdened by everything that's  coming

What's the difference
from staying in your house
and being in prison?

Why do we live in a culture
where we are players on a monopoly board?

We aren't we players forfilling our wishes or dreams?
Goals and desires

Where we watch coloured thirty inch screens
Screens of other peoples life stories
Instead of creating our own story

Why do we diminish ourselves?

Why are we players in someone elses dream?

Fear in our advertisements
Rather than freedom

If this life
Your life
Was your only

Why are you a player in someone elses dream?

Cut the ****
Cut all the negative ****

"I want to pay bills, and work a nine to five until I die"
Said no child ever

The man in the suit robs you
He cashed this in for the happiness of others

There is a world out there
197 million square feet of it
Dont chose to spend most of it in 97 feet of it the furniture of deadly comfort zones.

Living a life for another, made by others,
Anticipating and considering all these expectations,
Especially, for the fans who tolerate the process of expanding education and inspiration,
We’re doing everything we have to do to fulfill the next agent.
We are the creators of a new generation, influencing teens with the power of our platforms,
Reinforcing the idea of an effortless motivation.
To plan ahead, we’re moving forward,
Toward the subsequent destination.
We are the driving forces of multimedia nations,
Narcissism and low self-esteem are the feelings we’re morally inclined to,
Feeling our own bodies test addiction to a single notification,
We’re living in endless rotation.
Our minds have grown accustomed to the routines of checking the number,
Of likes and comments on the recent,
Even, lurking and giving into the guilty pleasure of stalking,
If the previous line resonates, then you’ve just justified our statistics and analytics.
The only way out is through resuscitation,
Deactivating can be deemed the easier option,
However, those who signed up for it can argue that widespread messages are the modern communication for our adolescents,
Setting a model for the next, following, and upcoming conversation.

Sometimes I wonder if the world really improved
History says it did, thing changed but what does that prove
All it did was get easier so we lessen how much we work and move
So we get by easier which only speeds things up, life has been removed
I wonder sometimes how far we will actually go
Probably not far as as the working ones go alone
While the rest sit and watch television shows
As history and invention begins to slow
I guess it'll be easier for the future to study
Because there isn't as much happening
Then we will slowly forget and simple things become challenging
And the world becomes more afraid as wars get less ******
A screen becomes the new life and our minds loose what there is to find
We compared to yesterday are quickly and surely dropping behind
Enjoy the entertainment for now while we all become blind
I need to make these lyrics into a nursery rhyme
So future generations know what we left for them
They can clean our ancient phlegm
That pours out of our destroyed brain stems
Lets not repeat what we have created ever again
History is going through its worst time yet
We don't realize that our future is our greatest threat
Every country out there is racking up debt
It keeps going up yet no one gets upset
Our world is the Milky Way's biggest stain
What God has given us is going down the drain
Our generation is constantly in these liberal campaigns
Over absolutely nothing, give it up, what is there to gain

So many people, so many cultures,
But sadly, some are made the prey for the vultures.

If you think about it, the world is full of segregation.
Why is diversity seen as a mutation?

The animal kingdom hide and run.
Hunted, shot just for fun.

Elders talk, elders whisper, look down and they frown.
They watch and they stare, expecting a meltdown.

‘’Spoilt brats, no chance of being grateful.’’
Don’t expect us to remain faithful.

Demure or flashy, seems like we can’t win either way.
Society judges and tries to sculpt us like we are clay.

Utopia; acceptance of queers and wherever we look, we see flags of rainbows.
That’s the dream but in reality, hate comments one after the other like dominoes.

All this resentment makes us feel like we’re preparing ourselves to fight the next battle Ravenna,
Why have we made the place we live in feel like it’s Gehenna?

Wider roads
Reclaimed our abode
Lesser spaces
More roadways
Leads nowhere
Classy vehicles
Steering for long
Congested traffic
Life comes to
A standstill
Homes push away
Further from heart
Electronic signals
Directs our journey
Everyone back home
Waits for none
This is a journey
With a passion
Without a rear view mirror
There’s no looking back