A poetic look at the practices of society within authoritative systems. |
God, we love to vote Because it matters, truly So let the Man slit your throats To hold the ballots of duty Making promises they'll never keep Letting our hope fall out so cruelly But then they speak the right words And we're seduced back to its beauty Hope, change The serpent is a slogan Enticing us to taste A fruit that's just a poison Constricting all around us Silencing all commotion We don't question anything All just contained within devotion And when it's time to speak We are proficiently dogmatic Erupting in a fervor To endorse the fear and panic Raising religion in our minds Until our hearts become mechanic Programmed to hear only the system We've come receptacles of static Critical thought has been abandoned Our introspection is a phantom We just follow without question Each submissive in tandem Each corrupted in our minds Indoctrinated to ransom That we pontificate belief In an eternal anthem Every generation Becomes another aggressor Serving violence to the world In an unlimited measure Every belief passed down To form a tyrant of successors Who cannot think a thought themselves And turn hostile with pressure All culturally pompous As dependent as infants A congregation held together Through processes so stringent Throwing tantrums in an instant At the first sight of a difference Just to mask the very fact That their whole being's deficient We fill up the stadiums And stare towards the podium The passion in our minds Conjure the soul of Napoleon For the State is our faith It form's a world that's dystopian We see the absence of slavery As just pure pandemonium That's why we vote Because we're trained that it matters That without coercion and violence Our whole world would just shatter So we increase regulation Profess a dictum of manners All hailing this corruption And our enslavement to masters © GaratheDen © HeartOfBabel |