Damn

The night moves past across our heads, waiting for the day we dread, the one we forgot to prepare, babylon, they say, "he say she say" is far too played out, I gotta run away, to a place where the known can't reach me, can't hear you infront of me, is it my ears or the fact that you are a puppet, repeating and taking orders, not leading but following, not learning but only repeating, like a parrot stuck in a cage, only repeating what his master says, watching a movie from the outside never really critically thinking and analyzing the lies the push to you, but it is all good, materialism is the dirt the credit card is the shovel, the more you spend the deeper you dig, till one day you realize that you've been living in the hole, nice and cold, the night is covered by a blanket, we can't even see the stars, days go by but we still stay strong cos we have materialism at our side, we have smartphones, but we can't tell the time, we have food, but we stay starving, we have degrees but we still slaves on our bended knees, college is a debt cesspool, a trunk full of lies, corporate alibis, the sensation of consumerism is an illusion, like a prism reflecting light, I write to ignite the spark from their cold wet eyes, hopefully I can spread awareness.