Nothing is what it seem ..
Taking your mind to the extream ..
Floating dead in a lonely stream .
Waking up is out the question ..
You are always under inspection ..
Following every instruction ..
Dismissing each confliction .
Carving out your soul ..
Till it's nothing more than a hole ..
Burdening you like a mole ..
Never again to be whole .
A dream is nothing more than a creation ..
Your thoughts' infestation ..
It's your minds' excavation ..
Of a life long of medias' indoctrination .
Keeping millions in a never ending dream ..
Always linked to the medias' stream ..
Showing you the world as they want it to seem ..
Limiting you to their prison of steam .
The truth is never lost ..
But it always comes with a cost ..
A price unbearable to most ..
Accepting it turns you into a ghost .
Unseeable to those ..
Still walking in rows ..
Still being manipulated by their foes ..
Salvation to them he owes.
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