It's all just a picture
One flash of color behind the next
Each demanding to be recognized as something new or novel
While they both are of the same

Tangential one may claim
So distant from itself
As though its shadow were not its own
Hidden yet uncovered

We're All Here To Create
But what are we really
Our hands grasped so tight
When the cup should just spill free

Report me to your role
Not as the alternative
A conversation about nothing
Without a thought to give

So natural and so real
As it all comes to cut
Dangerous as designed
Never left to ask what

All of this shouting, but who's to really claim
When we walk around so faceless with nothing to gain

It's just a system to extrapolate your fears
Designed to be destructive, disgusting, and to jeer

Quiet as we sit, appearing only to view
Questioning nothing, we're erupting into something new

It's a victimless society, for we have all chosen consent
As we cry to the TV for what's true, we pray and repent

Blinded by the odds we ebb and bob like a float in water
But the bed is dry, there's nothing to deny, enjoy this job

Distraught and disturbed by most things around
It's all a mind state, viewing from the ground
But it's tough to look up, when there's never enough
Of what us needed, to believe, and you feel so stuck
Conceited in their actions, distractions posed in factions
Everything is meant to be, how could this really happen?

Freedom isn't freedom when you think about it really
When there is no other way to live
Trapped by societal pressures and stressors to be something greater or lesser
But it's not really who you are

Enriched with your own self-esteem
Nothing from pill, powder, or green
Controlled of the station viewed

But that's not how they want it
All the companies have fronted
Thousands of dollars for their revenue

It's freedom from the free
That's what we're looking for

Freedom from the free
For ever and ever more

Freedom from the free
What's playing on channel four

Freedom from the free
Television stations do not exist anymore

She's all alone
It's Thursday night
She's eating with a candle light

A glass of wine or maybe three
To help to drown her company

The noise around is all a blur
Everyone's laughter seems to stir

As people pass they all will stare
She noticed, and hoped that one would care

No love for work
No self-esteem

No one to love
Nothing to dream

She's had enough
It's all the same
Not another day of this stupid game

Her shopping bag is fully packed
No thoughts for action, the plan is exact

With one last toast she'll kiss goodbye
Her loneliness and the beauty of its lie

Here you are as am I
When we both look at the same
Acting like it's differernt
Such a ridiculous frame

Your clouded eyes could never see
The reason to your rhyme
Detached from the consequences
Everything is just fine

Squares and circles all align
What could ever differ
Please don't talk to me anymore
Understand and refrain

Look at me one more time
Ask me something or get lost
To me it seemed
That you had been taught