Ghost

The impression i'm getting, is we are forgetting That we are a people with voices made for vetting An appearance of truth is flashed to our brains The suggestion to youth is just plain insane Being force fed lies, with a smile and a wink Can I be the only one who thinks something stinks? Don't be decieved by the depth of the pool We can still drown in an inch of some drool They tell us what's cool, what to buy, feed us lies We are not milquetoast, and I won't be host Stand for a plan and stop playing ghost.