Friday, October 13, 2017

The Death of Honesty

We hide the truth somewhere sacred
it's somewhere lost inside our hatred
we live a lie
we cry for death
we believe in a god that's not impressed
we're given names, yet we're somehow nameless
a different model in the same matrix
we're losing patience
we're waking up
you were right to fear the future, son
they're killing men with jobs and phones
imprison men within their homes
in prison men are caged alone
for any action uncondoned
a censored life
a sense of purpose
we're equal in the way we're worthless
its called a service because we're servants
prepare for life beneath the surface

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