Stick To the Confines.

Post-modern society i’m feelin’ afflicted, confined a predestined identity – i’m restricted, what I preach and practice – contradicted, due to the confines I mimic and pick, waiting for what the Mayan’s predicted, the revealing, the coming clean, tell us what the hieroglyphs depicted, we’re all looking for direction, collective unconscious became misted, many hearts and minds twisted, our souls blistered, instead of caring and sharing, we’re all tight fisted, people starve, people are killed, people are tortured and it’s as if we all personally wished it, maybe i’m just a mis-fit, maybe my points fleeting and you missed it.... wake up wake up wake up.