The Consumers Mental Slavery
The blood is dripping
Greed creeping
The towers tipping
The powerful sipping the sweet tea
Made from the blood and sweat of poverty
Exploitation
Rules the nation
Propaganda at every station
Look and see
There is no more you or me
Just gears in the machine of society
Don’t lie to me
You let them lie to me and you
And we buy everything they say it’s true
You think you have choice but don’t
You could break free but you won’t
The purchase
You chase
Saw it on the screen
Used to hypnotize and lean
Inching towards the item
But you don’t seem them
Pulling your cognitive strings
As the advertiser sings
Priceyness
It is not happiness
You can’t find joy in a material kit
But you eat it up you take a hit
The fire that you thought would stay lit
Unknowingly you killed it
They pull you into the pit
Down
Down
Down
You landed in this town
Looks just like what the silver screens portray
Turn your head and see the decay
They lied
You lied
We tried
The rules which we chose not to abide
Many died
You may wonder this pit
And think of all of the
But they threw the line and you bit
They have by the jaw
Break free
Break the law
Join our revolution
It’s the only solution
To stop this sick dilution
Of the good things in the lands
Fighting across the seas and the sands
Raising groups and bands
Of the few still with worthy hands
For the good everyone stands but few go and do
Unlike me and you
Who went far out
Winning every bout
Go shout and yell
They oppose give them hell
Kill at the ring of the bell
Ding
Ding
Ding
You hear us as everyone begins to sing
Snapping your last mental string
Now you can’t comprehend anything
Bilindy enslaved
With your mind you paid
Your now a gear in my murder machine
I lied to you
You thought what I said was true
Hypnotized and leaned you were
From my goal you will never deter
Yes sir
You will say
In every conceivable way
Propaganda I give you
And you think it’s true
Always doing what I tell you to do
Now the blood is dripping
Bodies tipping
And i'm sipping
The tea of the power hungry
Made from the blood of poverty
And the flesh of every dead body
You broke the line thought you were free
I told you to come with me
Came over to my line and bit
Like and Idiot
You bought it
You thought you were free
But know you are still a slave
Obey me and you will behave
I have your brain with the others in my cave
Still you are a slave.
Copyright © Sandy Axe | Year Posted 2020
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