Work all week, and on their ends, drink ourselves to sleep.

Not Giving us a second to think.

They keep us smart enough to feed the system, but dumb enough not to question our connection

I can feel it in body, to the ends of my hair, and that’s why I grow it- to keep myself away, away from this reality

Or is it a dream? I will wake up, I will be okay, I will wake up.

But will I wake up from this ‘American Dream’ that feeds few and kills many.

Morals, have we any?

When we ask for the heavens above, but crush what’s under us.

I’m sick of these silver lined excuses for why we use it. abuse it. reuse it. All these bruises are giving me a contusion.

Why is there all this confusion… why is there all this confusion, on who has capacity?

We should be the power, yet I struggle to be me, be free.

For the people by the people? Then who the fuck are we?

Not being heard, but being herder… like sheep.

As we slur our words, numbing ourselves for our future- if it is even a future.

Bottles stacked on our shelves, 1234, is this what we’re here for?

Working eight to five.

Telling our children they can be what they want, but when their imagination subsides, we bring them down to our reality.

They tell us to fly, keep our heads in the sky - but you better keep your feet grounded.

But, I’m not Stretch fucking Armstrong, and you’re stretching me four different ways.

I’m just a human trying to resurrect our connection, cut loose the rhetoric that shackles my mind…

Tears me up.

enough said

If you should ever leave me, well life would still go on, believe me. The world could show nothing to me, so what good would living do me?

We were talking about how our paths have crossed

How we’ve been undecided, how we were lost

But everything flows on, it’s a forward frame

When we had become, we were all the same

And when have passed, we are all the same

So is what happens in between really sane

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Through eyes we connect, but our eyes are a wreck

Seeing what they want us to see

So let’s question this trend, and this hatred we’ll shed

Move towards a new point of view

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We were talking about the nature we seek

How the pavement, it burns

Yet the green grass yearns for our bare feet

So let us walk side by side, we were all the same

In our naked feet, we are all the same

This epidemic of class is an evil game

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Through eyes we connect, but our eyes are a wreck

Seeing what they want us to see

So let’s question this trend, and this hatred we’ll shed

Move towards a new point of view

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We were talking about how our paths had crossed

How we are thankful for one another

But your from abroad, not my sister or brother

Or that’s what they want us to think

typical american laziness