We are controlled, it seems. Subconsciously brought to manipulations as we refuse to trust but continue to depend on those who pretend to cherish, gallantly, the needs of the people they claim to protect while they profit off of our ignorance. It makes no sense!
I'm going backwards on acceptance assembly lines. I don't want to party all night, and I don't want to buy products when they're stamped with sex appeal and false identity. By reassociating words like “freedom” their true meaning becomes obsolete. But what the hell can we do when no one's left with integrity? Even in a system never meant to make us indifferent we know what is right, but can't stand together. We know it's our fight, but can't find the courage to work together.
We know that it's our fight, but the product sold so well that it made us all forget that we are the problem. We are the problem.
We are controlled, it seems. Subconsciously brought to manipulation from too many pressures. It seems it's our nature to be unsatissfied. To fight for a side, any side. The products we buy won't make us whole inside.
The product sold so well, it made us all forget. We are the problem!
We are controlled, it seems. Subconsciously brought to manipulations as we refuse to trust but continue to depend. It makes no sense, none at all. We reach for the sky and get burned by the sun.