Gotta move out

Slaves on a trip, billboards hypnotize me, as they flash by, naked to the naked mind, but like salt on the wound, we bury our tomb, with the dust swept by the devils broom, and soon to pay, but we are all slaves, all the money we make goes away, so how do we stay sane, when our brains have been washed then drained, that explains the slavery, mockery, they make fun of me, oh they love a student in debt, we break so much sweat, they show us a dream, but my eyes are open, peeking through the seams of the curtain, I see the lies, the materialism has our focus stolen, looking on things that are golden, instead of the overwhelming problems, thieves in the night, stealing our virginity, an unfortunate reality, that someone has to see, overcome and believe, I step away from being a victim in their movie scene, I will

Concrete safari

The doctors change procedures like the changing seasons, feel the patients lesions, in the hallway screaming, no more fake medications, greedy politicians, only puppets, enslaved by the mass appeal, but no one appeals, fights for their rightful dreams, but instead they take the beating, one more pill, one more reason, to trust these crippled minded beings, the epitome of treason, while the patients are never receiving, the treatment that they've been pleading, the side effect of modern day treatment, is to live with the drug forever, a personal profit made for every sickness that our bodies witness, and for that, like a bad marriage, with massive side effects, intelligent human beings, falling slave to the money we make, the problems we cook up and shake, while they call me a cheapskate, I don't follow the trends and what they say, mass media is the medium, the middle man that holds our information at hand, selects a certain few and inflates and holds every stereotype to be true, black and blue the truth until it is force fed into the youth, unenlightened and persuasive, manipulative politics, they only win when you buy into the sin.

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.