There's a checkbox left in the corner
of a life kept in narrow confines
There's a marker waiting for choices,
while indifference and joy get combined
There's a million minds
tied-up by routine,
waiting for something to sample attraction
That's the selfish conformist potentially in action
Like the self-centered torment inside,
there's a carefully hidden connection,
like a heartbeat inside my mobile
I keep feeding the global transactions
and my righteousness straight underlined
Is there anyone
to face the facts?
We're waiting for positive changes to happen
Reaction
remote
controlled
by unseen faction
Fake
Abstraction
Stronghold
of our civilization
Do we disclaim existence of network relations?
Do we disclaim we're under control?
There's a checkbox left on the backside,
that's for breaking the narrow confines
As there's someone to profit from complacency
there's no reason to get back in line
Is there anyone,
at anytime,
to claim any form of comprehension?
Anyway, the destiny's defined
Reaction
remote
controlled
by unseen faction
Fake
Abstraction
Stronghold
of society
We lie to
ourselves
to prove
our imperfection
Lies we held up high
for satisfaction's sake
There's blooddrops left as I refuel.
There's d**h around your neck
pretending to shine
there's tears inside my chocolate bar but I keep chewing
And wear sweatshop shoes so self-satisfied,
so how deny I'm guilty?